Pg.148- March pounced with cold nasty paws.
warm weather metaphors
Oursong by Taylor Swift , its just a bunch of metaphors
Hot as fire
war is death
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I have no clue
Her eyes were dark pools of mystery.
she's a brick house
There is no answer
cuz this dick
The cloud was a pillow in the sky.
There are no true dying metaphors