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gone but not the other ( rehto eht ton tub enog )
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she is the bright & blinds at night a warring wind - a feast for worms as poets doze & vampires bite a dance within a can of squirms she is the scree upon the hills a mutant moon, a spew of shrews or leprosy in espadrilles a dog in clogs, a cat in shoes she is the bat of bastard black a parliament of wailing bones beyond the snarls & gnarls of cracks of storming cups or paving stones an autumn leaf as weasels weave a tapestry beyond the gong a michaelmas on whitsun eve a scatter graph - but still the song ...
You use metaphors in extreme and weirdest way
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i try not to bore or use clichés
thank you
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