Entwined and blind we tumble lost
through space like dying suns.
And embers flicker, light grown dim
beyond the stars we slowly spin
and every morning still we seek
forever brighter days.
And skies explode, like tears stars fall
down forever’s inky cheeks
and moon grows feint, and lights go out
alone we still persist
and neither time, nor void, nor night
recalls how bright we burned.
This was one of those I wrote whilst on a call at work. I believe it was all about stakeholder management.
Id say dull but I was hosting it…;)
Afterwards 
THIS while on a call! You are kidding! It’s beautiful, M!!!♡
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Aww thanks. Maybe the quality of my writing is inversely proportionate to the mind numbing drudgery of the calls I have to endure
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If you’re writing like this while on business calls, please make more calls!! Beautiful!
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Shit! Perfection!
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Wow, how you can write and follow a phone meeting I will never know. This was brilliant!
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The meeting was particularly rubbish…:)
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