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Kodak.

Stamped: 14.4.09

it's interesting to watch
you taking all those pictures.
like a prodigy

or some fucking thing.
portrait after portrait
of smiling faces, your
trillion dollar Kodak lens gets
the magnanimity of fake memories

utterly perfect.

but your shallow aperture
can't even pick up
what's right there in front of you.
right in your fucking face.

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