can you help me find all the similies in this poem ?

i need 2 find all the similies in the poem quickly plz help :) The most unusual thing I ever stole? A snowman. Midnight. He looked magnificent; a tall, white mute beneath the winter moon. I wanted him, a mate with a mind as cold as the slice of ice within my own brain. I started with the head. Better off dead than giving in, not taking what you want. He weighed a ton; his torso, frozen stiff, hugged to my chest, a fierce chill piercing my gut. Part of the thrill was knowing that children would cry in the morning. Life's tough. Sometimes I steal things I don't need. I joy-ride cars to nowhere, break into houses just to have a look. I'm a mucky ghost, leave a mess, maybe pinch a camera. I watch my gloved hand twisting the doorknob. A stranger's bedroom. Mirrors. I sigh like this - Aah. It took some time. Reassembled in the yard, he didn't look the same. I took a run and booted him. Again. Again. My breath ripped out in rags. It seems daft now. Then I was standing alone among lumps of snow, sick of the world. Boredom. Mostly I'm so bored I could eat myself. One time, I stole a guitar and thought I might learn to play. I nicked a bust of Shakespeare once, flogged it, but the snowman was the strangest. You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?

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  1. Mike Says:

    as cold as the slice of ice within my own brain

    That’s the only simile, although there are tons of metaphors.

  2. [???] Says:

    a mate with a mind AS cold AS the slice of ice.
    similies are a comparison using like or as. there are many metaphors in there but i wasn’t sure if u wanted those or not. let me know =]

    oh this might be a similie but i’m not positive…
    i sigh LIKE this – aah

    “i’m a mucky ghost” is a metaphor =]
    so is “a fierce gut piercing my gut”
    and “a tall, white mute”

  3. Annastar Says:

    as cold as as the slice of ice

    only similie in there!!

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