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Poetry, Random As Hail

Hair Line Fracture


  
 I enjoy a challenge but lately my time has been spent combing matted madness;

untangling knotted locs of the aggrieved. 

I try to mend these split ends but they rinse and reset when I leave; 

I’ve been so conditioned; to brush it from my system; but I chose to straighten it for my own reprieve.

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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