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OrionPoemsFriday, February 27, 2015. I lay in the dark cave, hungry and cold. Blood flowing like water. Nose running faster than bolt. Looking through a crack, I see a glimpse of the sky. I close my eyes and start to doze off. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black. Cutting through the forest with a golden track.". My voice bellowing in my head. No answer. My bloody eyes awakened. I look around, no one. I look around and see an old man with a crumpled white shirt, ripped jeans. And a huge beard! Because n...
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