He lies on his side like a glass knocked over. He lies on his side like a glass knocked over. Only a little sweetness left, poor boy. Only a little sweetness left, poor boy.
What brillant imagery. I'm really taken aback. One of those moments in which the thought passes through me; 'why didn't I write that?'
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He lies on his side like a glass knocked over.
Only a little sweetness left, poor boy.
Only a little sweetness left, poor boy.
What brillant imagery. I'm really taken aback. One of those moments in which the thought passes through me; 'why didn't I write that?'
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