Fast, Fast, Slow
Somewhere in the middle of it all I knew I was standing still
I claw my way around the backs of people that makes themselves through thrill
I'm nothing more than besides the doors of faith and filtered light
I seek what heals
And spill out deals
To those in passing mind
Copyright © Jennifer Valentine | Year Posted 2011
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