This piece was written for OLWG# 174
It’s chill up here, but you take warmth from the blanket of stars
It’s dark up here, but you’ll see with the sunrise
It’s bright up here, but you cannot touch the sun
It’s clear up here, but you can smell smoke from the fires
It’s quiet up here, but you can hear the world breathing
The prompts were:
- the world breathing
- it ain’t gonna be pretty
- lust or love
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