Findings:
- 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
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- All he left her was alone
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- I could tell by all of her dead house plants
- I never saw her again
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- The sound was starting to get stuck in my head like "It's a Small World"
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- 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.
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- The Girl with the Sun in her Head
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- It clings to her like dedication in the rain
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- I didn't have the heart to tell him I was lying about taco night, but at least the hellhound made some friends
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- If only I could get into her head
- the sky opened above her
- You hit the nail on the head and the nail was directly above my heart
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- Sarah Palindrome driving her Civic with a kayak on the roof headed for Laval
- 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.
- The first time I saw her
- Don't tell me about her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- I kissed her in the hair
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair IV
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- Letting it go to her head
- Tell Stacey I love her
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- Today I saw her again
- An incomplete poem in her head
- I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
- confusion in her eyes that says it all
- tell her your feelings
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- making certain he was touching her
- All blues hail Mary with her roses...but you're their masterpiece
- Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
- her winter mists concealed the truth
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant
- 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 didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- I am a mental construct in her head
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Her name was Natalie
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I was sure it was her
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- 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.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- I cannot find the right words to tell her this
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- Tell Laura I love her
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- 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
- my baby sleeps on her head
- I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- 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
- 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
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- I Saw Her Again Last Night
- The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust 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
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- All her stiletto syllables
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- 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 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
- She knows no truth except her own.
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- She always was devious in her beauty
- Her still wet hair
- Things you can't tell just by looking at her
- seizing on a Nugget of Truth and wielding it like it was a club
- like a tiger without her mountain
- God If I Saw Her Now
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- My life's got rags, my life's got riches. They've all been mixed together for so long it's hard to tell them apart.
- Santiago, under the volcano, floats like a cushion on the sea
- The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
- A quick wit gets all the farther on a head start.
- She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
- Above All Electronics
- The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
- direct experience is important because all encoded truths are subject to corruption
- I'm sorry, I didn't realize God was on campus today
- What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
- She didn't know what outside was anymore.
- I never metajoke I didn't like
- Why I didn't get my driver's license until I was 18
- This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
- mine eyes desire you above all things
- The Man Felt an Iron Hand Grasp Him by the Hair, at the Nape. Not One Hand, a Hundred Hands Seized Him, Each by the Hair, and Tore Him Head to Foot, the Way You Tear Up a Sheet of Paper, Into Hundreds of Little Pieces
- Pumpkin Headed Kids with the Horsemane Hair
- I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
- They need food AND water? You didn't tell me about the water part.
- The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist
- we're all here to die. but if you think that's all it is, you still have the bag on your head.
- It's like you don't carrot all
- When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
- Don't tell me it didn't come out
- I walked around all day with a pubic hair on my face
- nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
- born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
- The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
- John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
- when my time is in the past, i hope my heart lays in the grass, and feeds another one who lives like it's all just begun
- I didn't know such things when I was young
- I didn't want to know where I was conceived
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