Charlie HebdoA Poem by Stefon Napier
A precious ink runs down my skin to the floor where it pools. My pen is still full.
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Added on January 9, 2015 Last Updated on January 9, 2015 AuthorStefon NapierBoca Raton, FLAboutEncouragement and advice go a long way, perhaps even more so than writing. more.. |

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