Findings:
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- She flies with her own wings
- She knows no truth except her own.
- Dream of ducks, she said
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Legislation to save us from our own stupidity
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Daylight separates our dreams from our flaws
- Can we ever truly act against our own interests?
- Each month I love in her own way
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- she had already found her party
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Farewell to one of our own, one of our best (document)
- Monsters of our own longings
- We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- serene. She sips her tea
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- A queen in her own sense
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- It must be morning when she dreams.
- A Riot of Our Own
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- our own personal movies
- we are starving because we are afraid of our own hearts, and there must be another way
- We each deal with our own demons
- we can push our own buttons like adolescent gods
- our own little patch of dixie
- Another bed she does not own
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- you were a dream I painted and wished to own
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She said I dreamed like dead men
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- A Leela of Her Own
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- Sleep to Dream Her
- She always confused her greys with white.
- It is Folly to Measure the True and False by Our Own Capacity
- geniuses in our own time
- Killing Our Own
- in cities not our own
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good will prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- Attempting to harness the engine of our own destruction, only humans are so foolish.
- we will replace the stars with machines of our own creation
- Let us be our own pornographers
- We stole the guest list and replaced it with our own
- The land of our fathers, stolen before we knew it was our own
- Our love is eternal. The night will end. The dragon is forever. Good wil prevail. Mother sits on her throne.
- You shine in the eyes of lovers we complicate, accidentally, lending our own critiques and eyebrows to time
- if we are to be lies, we will be lies of our own making
- moment after moment, we have to find our own way
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- Her dreams involve a backstroke and a full moon
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- and our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- The Soul selects her own Society
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- I dream that I walk with her
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She Will Have Her Way
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- the way she wears her weary
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She practices her speech
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- On her own
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Dreams Of Our Fathers
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- a shade of her own features
- Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
- Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
- Who owns our writeups?
- Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
- Our Rubbish Dreams
- How to validate HTML quickly from Mozilla
- dream guy
- Electric Dreams
- What Dreams May Come
- The stuff dreams are made of
- American Dream
- dream date Ken
- Dream Log: December 28, 1999
- Weird Dream
- Dream Log: December 29, 1999
- Dream Log: January 21, 2000
- Dream Log: January 22, 2000
- Dream Log: January 23, 2000
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