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Chiaroscuro

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Chiaroscuro Whereas I come into the into to talk with my shadow. From you I’ve not hid my face. For in the morning I make, and am made by you: beautiful projection, boy in the mirror, boy in my mind. I separate my flesh from my flesh to become more like you, to drown in your holdings

Read Phillip B. Williams’ introduction to Taylor Johnson here.

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