After-school Souvenir
Walked down the corridor of my
school and realised
The walls still bare your scent,
the benches still hold your
memory, your voice is the loudest
one in the echoes of the halls
The doors have shrunk to my
height and it just hit me now,
how little we were when we
found joy in admiring each other
secretly
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