The slide
And dust inhales me
Nobody trusts
That I can hold the key
I figure out your mind
But don't imagine mine
Can I be the slide
From hopelesness to shine?
Flying for the snitch
Have bludger in my face
Can I be the switch
Between the curse and grace?
Numbing in my lust
Edging to the fall
Nobody trusts
That I can bear it all
@soundofsilence
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