her hair was like a sphinx
the class was like a poorly tuned guitar, no matter who played it it would still sounds bad
devons eyes glimmered like the sun
my nose shinned like a slide
the rabbit danced on the grass like a fingers on a guitar
the man's face was like a horse
callan's biceps were like huge boulders
the racists word stung like a bee
the bird sang its song as delicately as a wisp of silk
the morning air was absorbed into my body like water into a sponge
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