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It felt like salt and vinegar crisps; potent
staying with me in its wake
arcane power
that summons strange, awkward, warm
beautiful nostalgia.
The kind with ridges
that make you crunch down
and hard
that cut your mouth
and make it sting
with awesome flavour.
It feels like salt and vinegar crisps used to taste
like innocence without
fear, like
freedom without doubt.
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