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Yin Yang


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I may dig a little deeper. Dissect & analyze situations, observe & research every angle. I may be an empathetic empath, writer, a poet who tends to understand too much and takes too little. I may smile. Laugh a great deal, spreading my arms to embrace this space we share. You may be drawn by my aura, sketching time portraits, boxing me into a frame. You may picture me, trapping me behind tempered glass, tagging me poetic nymph, naked with fluttering wings afloat symphonic winds. An illusion of allusion. You do not know my hammer. Cast iron heavy, swing strike lethal, glass shattering menagerie release of words & deeds and indeed will be shocked when the locks come unhinged. I binge sometimes. Having dined, gorged on lies & misconceptions until I vomit your perceptions back at your feet so you can walk freely in the reality of me.-Iya Isoke (pobody’s nerfect) #NaPoMo

About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)

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