Lost objects

That thing we left behind ,
our laughter in the library
And innocence of friendship
In those bright corridors
Where our feet made the noises
And heart still bled of true red
That thing we left behind
Was unsung glory of our promises
And blanket of kindness
In those bright corridors
Where we pledged to be true warriors

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