A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth. — Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth. — Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth. — Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth. — Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth. — Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
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A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth.

— Yusef Komunyakaa, The Chameleon Couch
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