A little Gray Building
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Blue tastes like frost on a cold day
Like a swimming pool with the strongest taste of chlorine in the world
Like a cold day where you can taste the coldness in the air
And then again, it tastes like a warm hug or a wave of warm dark water with enough salt to fill a bucket
Or the shivers you get when you see something truly terrifying
Or the taste of sadness that’s sometimes in the air
Or perhaps even the blue ink of a pen that will never stop writing
Or even the blue of a warm coat that has slowly dissolved over the years.
Blue
Camille Brenner | 5th Grade, Room 118