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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.
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The kind with ridges
that make you crunch down
and hard
that cut your mouth
and make it sting
with awesome flavour.
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It feels like salt and vinegar crisps used to taste
like innocence without
fear, like
freedom without doubt.
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