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Bokeh.

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December 25, 2012

Bokeh. by ~projectilewordvomit

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Published: Dec 3, 2012

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These days, Black Friday really lasts a week

but I haven't bothered to write out a list--

You cannot find the things I want in a store.

The sound of a rejected embrace

is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb

or a house burning down on Christmas morning.

There is a name for the way

strings of holiday lights blur out of focus

when you watch someone you love walk away.

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