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The road not taken , it bent in the undergrowth -hyperbole

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The road not taken metaphor: two roass diverged in a yellow wood.

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The loser, I cant call to it but my mouth is on it - hyperbole

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The habbit of movement, We grew rich in dissposession -imagery

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The habit of movement
simile: our habit of movement like a train in motion nothing could touch us

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The habitt of movement , The habbit in movement kept us safe like the train in motion - similie

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personification : We c arried the idea of home on our backs from house to house .

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Invictus , "my head is bloody but unbowned-imagery

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Metopor : Little by little

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metaphor: the eye of the numourned dead in time we grew rich in dispossession.

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very well what it was all about , 'we were hanging like old coats between trees-similie

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Theme : I guess i will just sit on this rock

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The loser, mama said id loose my head-imagery

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The loser imagery: it fell off and rolled away and it was gone.

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The loser : Imagery I cant call it cause my mouth is on it

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Orangs ' i smiled , touched her shoulder'- imagery

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from on the pulse of morning 'my mouth is spilling words' - hyperbole

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The habit of movement-simile , 'we felt like red balloons'