The coolest thing is when
cold apple juice
trickles down your throat
on a warm summer afternoon
The loudest thing is
your little brother
in the kitchen
atempting to make a drumset
The most colorful thing is
a box of 96 crayons
spilling out onto
a polkadotted rug
The most sickening thing is
stuffing yourself with
all sorts of candy
that you got last Christmas
on a spring afternoon
The most painful thing
is saying goodbye
because it hurts in every way
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