I Could feel the tears, like fire, coming up
Feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full
Generally men’s tears, like the droppings of certain springs, only harden and petrify what they fall on
He [a weeping man] was like a sponge saturated with water, and then squeezed
Like a summer tempest came as tears
My tears like berries fell down
Produce tears freely like a great actor
Slow as the winter snow the tears have drifted to mine eyes
Suspended like shimmering icicles on my cheeks
A teardrop hung out of each blue eye, like a fat woman leaning out of a tenement window.
Feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full
Generally men’s tears, like the droppings of certain springs, only harden and petrify what they fall on
He [a weeping man] was like a sponge saturated with water, and then squeezed
Like a summer tempest came as tears
My tears like berries fell down
Produce tears freely like a great actor
Slow as the winter snow the tears have drifted to mine eyes
Suspended like shimmering icicles on my cheeks
A teardrop hung out of each blue eye, like a fat woman leaning out of a tenement window.
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