Street poetry.
smoke streams
bonfire orange flash
broken echo forest
capture night fever
wired for sound
razor edge tense
time slow creeps
fire burn ash
no response
survival
wild
versus
man
hope
stay
alive
Yeah, street people do congegate at a bonfire. Listen to the stories they share. They might learn something. 
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