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Blood In the Street of Our Reason

Coming to terms with going forward — responsibility and evolving.

The time has come to admit my wrongs.

To commit to the valley of the low and weak.

To remit my sorrow wrapped in my flaws.

So, in front of me behind my thoughts
buried and underlying every movement
and inch I take I can right life, dance, and song.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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