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Freedom smells like cigarettes and tastes like red wine it feels like a cool breeze through a flimsy dress and today I saw you again and I realised that- as suspected but not quite believed- you are not immune from getting old. I wish we could time travel so 24 year old me could meet 27 year old you. Or maybe 10 year old both of us. Anyway time is done now so rock on you with your blue sweater and fancy footwork. xx