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It's electric friction beneath the feet Like stockcars locked on the inevitable path Matching until meters burst Exceeding the limit and flying off the track With powerful pinpoints and frustrating fault lines And the breaking of makeup on the skin most bold It is a poker face across the way And the frustrations of knowing that the crowd turns cold Whenever you've failed to play perfectly within the fold Tennis Is the realization that you are IT, and all that which influences the bouncing ball
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
Tennis
It's electric friction beneath the feet Like stockcars locked on the inevitable path Matching until meters burst Exceeding the limit and flying off the track With powerful pinpoints and frustrating fault lines And the breaking of makeup on the skin most bold It is a poker face across the way And the frustrations of knowing that the crowd turns cold Whenever you've failed to play perfectly within the fold Tennis Is the realization that you are IT, and all that which influences the bouncing ball
Tennis
colmistoirm
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
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