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Dear Mr. Stieglitz, do we still study chiaroscuro?

A howling wind/careens/ lifting skirts /unknotting ties /stealing cigarettes /molesting and mocking/ here between the edifices the last rays of day abuse. Dutch fires/Italian Devils/a menagerie dancing and frolicking/feral dogs/ “watch out for that glass.” Swirling skyscrapers /discord of being/ swirl. “Watch for falling icicles.” Barely through/ bleary eyes/ tested with perfume/ cigar smoke being swallowed/a huge aperture/ spewing/ blinding/braying laughter/a hint of music/the queue willingly swallowed. Dear Mr. Stieglitz, do we still study chiaroscuro?

Alvin Roubgonan

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