Smart shoes.
Tight jeans.
Snazzy shirts.
Big coats.
Scarves.
Woollen gloves.
Hats to keep the ears warm.
I'd like to wear it all and hold your woollen gloved hand in mine.
We could walk and talk and breathe out cold air like cigarette smoke.
A love like this, a love so retro.
And there's only you to share it with.
It's just that I haven't met you yet.
Maybe I'll see you out.
One day.
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