Findings:
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- From Her to Eternity
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- I will kiss her blemish
- Her body my platter, my secret her joy
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- I watched her from afar
- sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Inches away from her face
- To Her Body
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She Will Have Her Way
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- A hollow longing in her that will last
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- Herr Korbes
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- I love her backwards
- These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.
- Her Space Holiday
- So couch, I hear you've been sleeping with her
- the sonnet what I wrote her
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- So I let her go
- her winter mists concealed the truth
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- Making her presence known
- watching her dance
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- To Her Mind
- This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
- At the Cross her Station Keeping
- Der Herr der Ringe
- Her way to the top
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
- Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
- 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 picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- Her Purple Satin Thigh
- Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
- Take Her up to Monto
- right under her surface
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- my baby sleeps on her head
- Victoria Wood
- If you loved her, you'd be home by now
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Calling her absence an example of negative space
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
- Taking advantage of her good nature
- her (user)
- The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
- If there is a God, I hate her
- when still her eyes held water
- My best friend reached her aphelion. Oh, and I'm in love with her.
- I don't think of her
- Her Majesty
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
- Tell Stacey I love her
- I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- At her mirror, his muse
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- Slap Her... She's French
- Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- she had already found her party
- The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
- Wanting only to be the honeysuckle to her butterfly
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- I met her today, the girl I used to be
- How long have you been in love with her?
- Why can't I get over her
- The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies
- Do Her
- Her Handwriting
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- To hear her sing
- On Her Face
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- serene. She sips her tea
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- Just kiss her
- I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
- A Leela of Her Own
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- putting down her palette and brushes
- as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
- Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Author to Her Book
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
- Can You Forgive Her?
- If you could see her through my eyes
- Only her big toes were painted
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
- The old hands you've baked around hers
- Bleed to Love Her
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
- I can see her face
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Her Voice
- See her 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.
- November on her way to winter
- The words beneath her words
- Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
- Her echo
- She always was devious in her beauty
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- Jacqueline and Her Cat
- Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
- I dug my claws in her heart
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
- crystal eats her grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup hearts
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- Herr Bob (user)
- I could hear her thoughts
- Helping people cheat
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- I am a mental construct in her head
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Gudrun sends her Sons to avenge Swanhild
- Morrison's Lament
- September is hers
- the way she wears her weary
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
- Her Majesty's Government
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- It's been an hour. I still love her.
- She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- Her name was Natalie
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- I passed her on the street
- My mother wants her mother to die
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- The Huntress Neglects Her Children
- Center of her own attention
- His and Her Circumstances
- Give Her To The Monsters
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