NaPoWriMo Day 24: Hard Boiled Simile

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Dead men are heavier than broken hearts,

But weigh less than a mother and child to start,

It’s the finality and futility,

If you’ve never buried any you’re a special kind of free,

She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight,

Holy shock and awe, electric delight

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food,

If you wanted to chase a coffin, our Princess is in another castle, game over dude

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