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Sep 2017
My pen is my finest blade.
Its sharpened with words that shall not fade.
My blood is the ink that writes my rhyme.
My soul resides in the phrases that I embed in time.

When I fight I use my eternal words.
I shoot them like bullets and thats how I speak to the world.
Sometimes my words come out rotten.
Though Im sure each one of them will not be forgotten.

Others like me will put a stain on your souls.
With the deepest thoughts that under your skins shall crawl.
There are times that I wrote things that I too cannot understand.
Those moments when my brain goes out of hand.

I reveal the truth when all there is are lies.
I uncover the shrouded flaws that the truth also hides.
I am a great liar who speaks the truth.
I am a truth teller who keeps a million fruits.

I could be your greatest ally and your finest friend.
Betray me and you wouldnt like the way I create your end.
So be it now I bid you farewell.
My mind is now writing new poems that my heart starts to beat like hell.
SHEROVIN ACROSTIC
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SHEROVIN ACROSTIC  30/M/Manila, Philippines
(30/M/Manila, Philippines)   
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