Findings:
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
- She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again
- She told me I looked like a Henry, and this is how she would know me
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
- When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
- She might not need me. But then again she might.
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
- For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- She handed me my first sharpened pencil.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
- She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- I would have liked thunder when she left
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
- she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
- 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.
- Sex and death have both spat me out like spoiled milk for the same reason. I was not afraid.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
- 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
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
- She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
- She told me she remembers three things about me
- He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
- She left me on the boardwalk with my head held in my hands.
- Three years she grew in sun and shower
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
- Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- He stretched out his arms but she was not there
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I would like for you to make your arms for me the way you make your bed for you
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- she turns and smiles, then walks away
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- her arms around me
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She must be what cocaine is like
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- She is like a kaleidoscope, a strange attractor, a superstition
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- And then you made the world go away for a little while
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- I should ask my barber where he gets his hair cut, then go there and slowly make my way up the chain
- Opportunity: Only Three Hundred Twenty Six Light Years Away
- You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond
- he taught me to fly then took away my sky
- She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
- She Came and Went Like Wind (A Selkie Story)
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- 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 is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- She is like an onion
- She is afraid of not being shy
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- Looks like 1984 was only n years off
- She had fingernails that shined like justice
- She tasted like whiskey and blood and cemetery dirt.
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- Would you like a Wah-Burger to go with those Crys?
- She flies with her own wings
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- it was years before they met again, by chance
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- for a long time i was afraid i would forget; now i'm afraid i might not
- She practices her speech
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- I would like for love not to kill me, please
- Only her hands would give her away
- The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- Places a local (like me) would take you to in New Orleans
- I would love for you to come to me with Christmas lights around your head, late night like a ghost
- Would you like to see me masticate?
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
- she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
- she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
- She tastes like gingerbread, too.
- I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.
- What I used to be/Will pass away, and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me
- She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
- She doesn't look like Mother anymore
- Jesus was a reactionary reformer, just like Martin Luther in later years.
- she can't remember what it's like to be found
- She wanted a garden tucked away behind a campground. I wanted a cozy apartment on the riverfront.
- Would You Like To Play Again?
- Would you mind never speaking to me again?
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- serene. She sips her tea
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- the way she wears her weary
- Then again, maybe he was recruiting for a cult
- she had already found her party
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She Will Have Her Way
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- she lit her thumb on fire
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- 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
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
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