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Jan 2018
Games on the phone with me,
even if we're going to the promised land.

Lasers shine on my mind.

Fresh flowers delivered to the promised land.
Yet we have a nice evening, and that makes me really think
that anything is possible.

But I just wanted a lot more of the world.
Even if multiplied,
by the end she hated me.

So don't look at the end of days,
but the truth about the paperwork
with a friend's little girl

who was having a good night out.
With the exception of Hannah.
But I just wanted a lot more emphasis on my mind.

You left it all behind.

Everything we built together.
Other than the red carpet
and upholstery cleaning services in my dreams?

**
I often play predictive text tennis with my close friends. Tonight I thought I'd see if my phone could write poetry. It didn't do too badly. I just added line breaks and punctuation.
Ben Meraki
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Ben Meraki  35/M/Bristol, UK
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