Lorde: Tennis Court remix
In a world
Where
One could look
But not touch
Touch
But not feel
It was too unreal
Her passion
That she had to bind
Lest she remember
What it was
To be
To be seen
For what she was
Beauty brazen
Savage wit
A caldron simmered
In her eyes
Threatening to boil over
With a smile savage
Longing to touch
To feel
All that was real
For her
Angry fist rising
While
Soft lips complying
To feel the burning touch
Of the simmering other
In a world
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