Findings:
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- All he left her was alone
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- If love was a circus, you'd be a clown
- I was sure it was her
- 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.
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Her name was Natalie
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She always was devious in her beauty
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- There is a pot plant growing in my backyard
- Circus Atari
- Circus of the Network Stars
- His 'N' Hers
- Pig on her back
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- From Her to Eternity
- Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
- I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
- Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
- Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
- Fear Her
- Something is Alive in Her Bosom
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- About the things you could not show her
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up
- Why I didn't get my driver's license until I was 18
- being a kid was great
- The highlight of my night was two guys kissing
- There was a lot of blood, but the boys needed it
- I didn't know such things when I was young
- Hitler Was A Vegetarian
- I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
- Was it Love, or Obsession?
- Johnny Was
- A long time ago, under the shady tree in my yard, I was dead
- boku wa toire
- The sparkle of this angled blossoming was invading the Earth, and Vug said, "It's spring!" I kissed him.
- When she was bad
- It was just a crush
- I was a college Jeopardy! champion
- The flowers smiled, but she was gone
- The sky rained tears. I was sure.
- ale z was dziwki_root (category)
- Somebody told me a story. It was pretty but boring. It was Saturday night, my stories usually end up that way.
- the country was so nice we bombed it twice
- To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
- I was put on hold for time to gnaw me raw.
- Long and lean, he was a sex machine, and he schooled every girl in town
- just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
- If I Ran the Circus
- media circus
- hers
- I do not see her
- Meant For Her
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- Her Voice
- 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'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.
- was
- I was looking for you
- Removed from humanity, I realized I was just another distraction
- i wonder if that was meant to console
- How I was thrown from a car at 45 mph
- It was all I could do not to cry
- I was in a commercial once
- To a girl who thought she was moving away
- I Was Looking at the Ceiling And Then I Saw the Sky
- There was a man with tongue of wood
- Last year was always better
- I married him because he was not mean
- Penis wa ge sik
- The state that almost was
- Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
- War is only fun on screen
- How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
- There was a cold day
- Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was
- there was at that moment no one more rightful dead than that unknown and faceless man
- because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
- I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
- The dynasty made people die in nasty ways. This mess was necessary and they're not sorry.
- I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
- I'm sorry, I didn't realize God was on campus today
- It was a green field and a pleasant day
- How to enjoy The Family Circus
- A Son of the Circus
- 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
- 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
- Music was better in the old days
- That time I was almost killed by scary cult children
- The Story of the Vizier Who Was Punished
- There was a time when I was a better person
- That Was The Week That Was
- This Was Your Life
- My first and last attempt at a one night stand was raided by the police
- And then night was here, after a day of measured breathing, and I could forget about breathing because the waiting was done
- Of Gods and Men: Who Was This Man Called the Christ?
- That Was The Year That Was
- it wasn't the terrorism that flung us apart, it was the pigeons
- 'T Was Such a Little, Little Boat
- I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
- There Was a Man of Double Deed
- Yesterday was Dramatic, Today is OK
- The night your father was stabbed in the back room of a convenience store. No mercy.
- Since Hector was a pup
- Nu Wa
- There Once Was a Farmer
- She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
- The reason Shiite imam was based on the house of Hussein and not the house of Hassan
- The hall was littered with broken dreams and shattered concrete
- He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
- All I wanted was a Pepsi
- I was just a supporting character in your fairy tale
- the signal was killed
- The Future Stars: my intro to backyard wrestling
- Nights at the Circus
- Hartford Circus Fire
- 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
- American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
- She practices her speech
- her eyes can't find you at first
- Why I was convinced I would die young
- How Candide Was Brought Up in a Magnificent Castle and How He Was Driven Thence
- God was created in man's image
- Which of the Bewitched Dicks was gay?
- Why Socrates was really executed
- There was an old lady
- RIT was built sideways
- I was unplanned
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