Findings:
- Is this the world of her heart?
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- Her hand on my heart
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She thought about giving him her heart
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- To her secret heart
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I've already forgiven her. It's all over now
- Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
- He breaks her heart on a daily basis
- she had already found her party
- I dug my claws in her heart
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
- forget her (user)
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- 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
- the way she wears her weary
- The kind who tells you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- Kill Her Softly
- as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
- Her, eating apples
- her arms around me
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
- I fell in love with her first
- thinking about her
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
- Death Becomes Her
- her dopeness (user)
- Her face could make the ocean ache
- Devil up her sleeve
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- Not her voice, but the way her voice changes,
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- in her other life
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- Herr Geist (user)
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- How Stella Got Her Groove Back
- I dream that I walk with her
- Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
- Talk to Her
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
- bone in her teeth
- Her smile
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- Elusive, her favourite perfume
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- putting on her makeup
- Her name was Natalie
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Documenta, the Child-Bride, bares her legs for the Ravenous Wolves of the Grey Hour
- Her smile could light up a three-story building
- 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
- The Adventures of The Black Girl In Her Search For God
- She Will Have Her Way
- I miss her
- Her Majesty's Government
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- a total loss of control over her life
- A woman and her Cock
- Since I left her
- Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- These things matter to her
- For my last trick, I made her disappear
- Letting it go to her head
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
- I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
- The look in her eyes
- No hero in her sky
- Her faith informed his fiction
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- Sending her a Parasympathy card
- he doesn't know, but her eyes widen too far
- Her novice beauty
- Her braid; I obeyed
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- What do I call her?
- Herr Bob (user)
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- To Her Face
- So bashful when I spied her
- I cannot find the right words to tell her this
- 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)
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
- Testing her patience
- upriver, the only way for her dreams to go
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- About the things you could not show her
- Too bad they don't make one for your heart...
- The Woman and Her Hen
- I daydream of her
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- From Her to Eternity
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
- Did You Fuck Her?
- alpha in her blood
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- 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 Girl with the Sun in her Head
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
- Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- Her Voice
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- 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 IV
- Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
- Louisa & Her Blue Guitar
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- The endless blue sky is not big enough to hold her memories, so it doesn't
- I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
- 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
- A rope to hang her, mother, a rope to hang her
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- Her back
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- dance with her
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- To Her Body
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- In her tomb by the sounding sea
- An incomplete poem in her head
- Herr (user)
- Hannah and Her Sisters
- her kitty cat_root (category)
- Jori Faces her Fear
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- her eyes were brimming with souls
- If You See Her, Say Hello
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- her eyes can't find you at first
- His 'N' Hers
- Pig on her back
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- my baby sleeps on her head
- Let Her Go Down
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- a smiling girl with blonde eyelashes and a sundress. someday i'll find her
- Why you don't want to piss her off
- I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
- 'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
- I still love her (user)
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- her today and gone tomorrow
- her face forms in summertime
- World In Her Eyes
- hers
- I do not see her
- Meant For Her
- A Jury of Her Peers
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- Tell Stacey I love her
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- A hollow longing in her that will last
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair V
- Herr's Potato Chips
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