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• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• At her mirror, his muse
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• His and Her Circumstances
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• His 'N' Hers
• She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
• Strapless shoes exposed her modest heels
• I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
• his
• How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
• His Royal Highness
• Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
• Valediction to His Book
• His Toniness
• I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
• His Winding-Sheet
• watch his heart turning into rock
• I wish I could open his eyes
• Pointlessness had become his answer
• The cypress and the hemlock sing his requiem
• The Mouse and His Child
• His Majesty at the Swamp
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• You'd think a cookie killed his dog
• Man is but the imprint of his native landscape
• hers
• I do not see her
• Meant For Her
• All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
• Her Voice
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• These things matter to her
• For my last trick, I made her disappear
• Letting it go to her head
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
• Death Becomes Her
• her dopeness (user)
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
• I want her to clutch at my hand and run.
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
• her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
• Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
• Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
• The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
• The Gift, the Giver, the Rebel, the Thief, and the Stranger and his Glue
• Spike Jones and his City Slickers
• Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates III
• An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
• Slay them all. God will know his own.
• The Sparrow and his Four Children
• All his front teeth knocked out, living a nightmare
• Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: II
• He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
• his wifey (user)
• Or he'll just kick me in the face and scream abstract noises and dance around outside in his underwear and have sex with the neighbor's dog and try to fly by jumping off the toilet
• his place, late at night
• On Her Majesty's Secret Service
• Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
• Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
• dance with her
• Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
• To Her Body
• So bashful when I spied her
• I cannot find the right words to tell her this
• To her secret heart
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• Talk to Her
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• she had already found her party
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
• She practices her speech
• her eyes can't find you at first
• The Fisherman and His Nets
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
• "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
• His chocolate stained lips
• On His Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty-Three
• Edgar A. Poe's life is reflected in his works.
• St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
• Dividing his flocks
• I saved his life. He does not know it.
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VII
• that infinite loneliness of his lotus flowers and ducks
• warwalking antennas in his hat juiced and sniffing.
• Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• my baby sleeps on her head
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
• Did You Fuck Her?
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• Association of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Taxes
• The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
• Dusk and Her Embrace
• A Leela of Her Own
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• All he left her was alone
• World In Her Eyes
• The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
• If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
• Phosphor reading by His own Light
• trumpet of his rump
• In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
• A depressed Lincoln avoids talk of his broken engagement, January 20, 1841
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Author's Apology for his Book
• My heart is the shape of his car
• Janus in his season
• The Man With the Child in His Eyes
• To His Excellency, George Washington
• Borrowing his enigmatic jacket
• How Man creates his Gods
• A fool and his money are soon parted
• YHWH declares that the substitution of LOVE with FUCK is punishable by AIDS; man responds by covering his member with plastic
• Then the father hen will call his chickens home
• her
• Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
• The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
• A Jury of Her Peers
• I ran over an old woman with her own car
• Tell Stacey I love her
• How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
• I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
• The look in her eyes
• Her face could make the ocean ache
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
• Her name is Claire
• the sonnet what I wrote her
• Now he dances to bring her back.
• Only your ink stains on her skin
• When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
• The General in his Labyrinth
• how Wiener found his way home
• Zuigan calls his own master
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• Cool, you can put a bullet in his head!
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• Here the hangman stops his cart
• Character Of Constantine And His Sons
• A boy and his duck
• Hebrews: The Superiority of Christ and His Works
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IV
• History of His Own Time
• his wifey_root (category)
• Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
• his writing
• Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
• Written in her French Psalter
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
• I could hear her thoughts
• To Her Mind
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• In her tomb by the sounding sea
• the sky opened above her
• How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• Herr Bob_root (category)
• Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
• If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
• When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
• you can't call her wifey if you met her at the freaknic
• do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
• I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
• The Ass and His Purchaser
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
• Tucker: The Man And His Dream
• and then his words silenced my noisy thought
• Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson
• Giving a cat oral medication
• Llewelyn and his hound Gelert
• In His Steps
• Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys
• The night I saw a man get his head blown off

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