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Sep 2017
Counting the minutes while waiting for hours.
On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers.
Nesting the months till I hit the floor.
Carefully listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze.
Then glory comes over and gives the spoils.
Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled.
In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared.
'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.
SHEROVIN ACROSTIC
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SHEROVIN ACROSTIC  30/M/Manila, Philippines
(30/M/Manila, Philippines)   
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