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Prabhu Iyer Jan 2015
Blood in winter snow:
dying sun at dusk, filling
the skies in sorrow.
Commiserating with families of victims in Paris terror attack
Artem Medvedev Jan 2015
I’m Charlie. Aren’t you?

You draw and I write,

Sometimes we are wrong,

Sometimes we are right,

Sometimes it’s too much,

And sometimes not enough,

Sometimes someone’s angry

Or calls our bluff,

Or threatens to **** us,

Or kills us indeed,

But we don’t surrender,

Although we may bleed.

Our ****** just strengthens

Our courage to fight,

Our passion to laugh,

Our desire to write,

Our deep love for sharing

All things that are true.

Today and forever

I’m Charlie. Aren’t you?

AM

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