Emerge

Greg Prince
2 min readJan 23, 2019

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Tear down these walls.
Tear down inside.
Lines crossed and corrupt.
Cannot Hide.
Falls to pieces, fallen in grace, standing still in motion
my feelings are fried.

What does it mean?

Who do I count on?

So who do I confide?

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Greg Prince

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