Poem Six ♬ - Eevee

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Eevee is that cute Pokémon,
You know, the one that evolves into seven types?
The way it is portrayed,
Innocent, cute.
Yet never to be seen in real life.

I broke time and space, and all logic with that.
I met an Eevee.
She is one of my friends.

And you know what?
I know she is an Eevee, at heart.
Psychic, dark, grass, fire, ice, electric, water.
She is all of them, and can choose what path she takes.
The Fish chose her, but she can choose her own destiny.

Short poem is short.
Hope you like it, Ev!

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