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- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- All he left her was alone
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- Her name was Natalie
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Letting it go to her head
- I cannot find the right words to tell her this
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She always was devious in her beauty
- When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- 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
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- If only I could get into her head
- Today I saw her again
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
- Tell Laura I love her
- The Girl with the Sun in her Head
- I was sure it was her
- To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
- The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- I am a mental construct in her head
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- I Saw Her Again Last Night
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- An incomplete poem in her head
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- the sky opened above her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- 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
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- It seemed like all was mostly bullshit
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- I never saw her again
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- I kissed her in the hair
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- All that’s left of her is black print
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- my baby sleeps on her head
- Tell Stacey I love her
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- 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
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- The first time I saw her
- You hit the nail on the head and the nail was directly above my heart
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- 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.
- I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
- The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- To hear her sing
- Did You Fuck Her?
- Can You Forgive Her?
- Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
- These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.
- The Madame Retrieves That Which is Hers
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- Jacqueline and Her Cat
- My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- With him it was always like
- Able was I, ere I saw Elba
- I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
- It's much easier to tell the truth
- "The Americans in their wisdom have taken the heads off the pictures, enlarged them and superimposed them with the heads of animals and then strung them up all over the walls of the interrogation room," he said
- I didn't even know he was sick!
- The Woman and Her Hen
- I daydream of her
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- I passed her on the street
- Victoria Wood
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
- 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
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- The sun broke off of us and I push her anxious wrists away
- 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.
- Now open your eyes and tell me what you saw
- Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
- we eat all together like a family
- Pumpkin Headed Kids with the Horsemane Hair
- The night I saw a man get his head blown off
- hers
- A woman and her Cock
- Since I left her
- Her Voice
- Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
- He gave her a daisy
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Why you don't want to piss her off
- Only her big toes were painted
- The Pope and Her Yaks
- Devil up her sleeve
- The old hands you’ve baked around hers
- But would you eat the peanuts from her shit?
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- It wasn't like I was sleeping anyway
- I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
- I tell no lies, it's all true, and more besides
- They need food AND water? You didn't tell me about the water part.
- Santiago, under the volcano, floats like a cushion on the sea
- I like women with shaved heads
- The Widow and Her Little Maidens
- Her back
- What do I call her?
- Herr Bob (user)
- I could hear her thoughts
- Helping people cheat
- You can't stop thinking of her: this is how you explained it, a proof of your being in love.
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Center of her own attention
- Herr's Potato Chips
- Catwoman: Her Sister's Keeper
- I will kiss her blemish
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- To Her Coy Mistress
- I dug my claws in her heart
- I saw everything arrange itself backwards; I liked it
- His 'N' Hers
- Pig on her back
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- At her mirror, his muse
- Herr (user)
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- I seduced her with late night laboratory thunder!
- A Leela of Her Own
- you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
- Like hands on a clock tell time without thinking about how long it's been
- I was once stranded on a dessert island
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