Scott Simpson · Poetry
Campfire
Use For Kindling · source pages 84
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Source page 84
Campfire
They stink.
They’ve sweated through their
clothes, hiked through mud, slept
with spiders, laughed until they cried.
And now, in the third night’s dark, they
gather around light.
No makeup. No masks.
No curated stories. Just realness—
passed like a cup from one to another.
No one’s performing.
No one needs to.
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