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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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7 PM

"Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification

9 PM

The bonnets come to stare, thedark skirts also, theupturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy

12 AM - Midnight

Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification

2 AM



Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile

6 AM

Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone

Later

The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole

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  • 7 PM
  •     
  • "Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification
  • The bonnets come to stare, the dark skirts also, the upturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy
  • 9 PM
  • 12 AM - Midnight
  • Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification
  • 
  • Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile
  • 2 AM
  • Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone
  • 6 AM
  • The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole
  • Later
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