A Life Revising Maigc 9
My temperature is rising,
the heat has stained my cheeks.
The hue is bent on disguising
anything below the surface.
My secret is capsizing,
I’m camouflaged by the Sun.
There is no compromising
pwhen the heart so loudly speaks
that your whole life it’s revising.
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