Findings:
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Sorry to eat and run, but I've got to go stop Lincoln from killing Hitler in his crib
- The Architect Erects his Time-Proof Temple from the Inside
- What I deduced from his reading matter
- Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
- The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
- You can only watch as his heart is coaxed from his chest to his sleeve
- In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
- It didn't matter what star it came from, just the familiar warmth of the sunlight on his face
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
- 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
- tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
- The Man Who Flew Into Space From His Apartment
- Amakuni once drew an old sword of his from a box, suddenly overjoyed by something he had cast aside.
- From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds
- Call me back when hair starts growing on his palms
- if a bird is never free from his cage, then his world is only his name
- His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.
- Take it from me
- A collect call from god
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- He tells me that I could have his heart and I want to take it right then, slip it into my pocket and run
- God won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
- looking back from the moment of death, spiralling antimatter from the eyes
- the flecks of smoke and sparks don't conjure you back from the ground or heaven
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Back from the Sewers
- In Which Ethel Gao Gets Off His Butt and Accepts the Call
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- Then the father hen will call his chickens home
- Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me
- I am Abraham Lincoln, come back from the dead to clone dinosaurs and bring the war to the Congo
- dark highways take us near and far from home
- Bands Who Take Their Names from Eighteenth-century English Poetry and Prose
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- we turn into werewolves, liquor dripping from our fangs
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- She walked by his desk and left a nickel
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- In Which Ethel Gao Does His Damnedest To Refuse The Call To Adventure
- I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
- Ads from the back page of the Village Voice
- Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
- Do not take advice from someone named after a reentry vehicle
- Back From the Dead
- She threw herself from the bed
- Will you go? Will you send back? A letter from Phnom Penh
- Invocation to bring back fled noders from history
- We should do well to take our lesson from the stars
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- I used to love women from afar. Of course, now they call it stalking.
- I watched her from afar
- Regin's tale of his brothers, and of the gold called Andvari's Hoard
- Inches away from her face
- On Returning A Call From An Unknown Phone Number
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- She doesn't know what he sees, but sometimes it makes his face beautiful
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- An internet big enough to give you everything you want to read is an internet big enough to take from you everything you want to read
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- A ladder back chair from Connecticut, c. 1800
- Drop the hamster and back away from the canary
- she is his sounding board
- Take a day, plant some trees, may they shade you from me
- Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
- Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
- There and Back Again: Eating Our Way from Bag End to the Grey Havens, A Hobbit's Tale
- I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
- From Her to Eternity
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- A government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big enough to take from you everything you have
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- From five to death and back
- Take me from home
- How Quetzalcoatl Got His Groove Back
- As if it were the arm of someone who'd pulled me back from speeding traffic.
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- It takes the profit from 22 towels to pay for one package of copier paper
- I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
- from Brooklyn to Okinawa and back (category)
- I bet she drinks from the bottle
- Zuigan calls his own master
- Don't take any guff from those swine
- The Call from the Past
- Laughing at what we call cloudbursts and showers and drizzles; knowing these are not subtle enough to mean anything about what comes from the heavens
- Yesterday I (supposedly) got a call from Douglas Coupland
- Step Back from the Beach a Moment
- Bringing them back from the dead
- The calls are coming from inside the house!
- Mutants from a Place Called Hope, Michigan
- She tries to hold the wind, stop it from crying
- As a Libra I recoil from judgment calls
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- His 'N' Hers
- She saved me from Hylas' fate
- Stand back from the doors or they might kill you
- As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
- Don't take candy from strangers
- At her mirror, his muse
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- Went to Coney Island on a Mission From God... Be Back by Five
- His and Her Circumstances
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- If a cop harasses you, take his badge number
- Giving a cat oral medication
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
- I wrote you a letter on the bus back from the city, but that's a different kind of weary
- His face when she fell
- I hate coming back from the bathroom with a wet ring
- some of the pain that she endures would bring a strong man to his knees
- If you press your ear to the wrist of the world you can hear every heartbeat from the beginning of time
- Withdraw yourself from the situation
- Escape From Staten Island
- Brewing ale and porter from sugar and malt
- And then I crawled out from under the table
- freedom from suffering
- Melodies from Mars
- A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, May 1, 1906
- Letters from a Savior; Offer for a few
- Why I am going to pretend I am a girl online from now on
- letter from a Boeing 717
- Home away from home
- Things we learn from movies
- Happy Labor Day from Insomnia Boy
- From Hell
- Sending mail from a cell phone
- Will the distant future see a removal from linear thought?
- Snapple Sun
- Playing hooky from the family
- Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis
- Awful Green Things from Outer Space
- Having run away from a wedding reception
- Tales from the Crypt
- Jose Chung's From Outer Space
- away from me
- How Candide Escaped from the Bulgarians and What Befell Him Afterward
- Dav from Jordan (user)
- Letters from my mother
- The lost scene from Austin Powers 2
- From Ritual to Romance
- the small of her back
- A Letter from Grant Richards to James Joyce, April 23, 1906
- Take Back Vermont
- What I want from life
- strictly from hunger
- Emergency evacuation of soul and bicycle from suburbia
- The Emergency Services called me back
- Small gifts from the universe
- There once was a man from Nantucket
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