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Unfaithful
By Samantha DiStefano


The chilly November wind

slashed my bare cheeks;

they blushed

because they were guilty.



The steps of my shadow

followed me, silently

consuming my pretty lies

as they tumbled from my lips

onto the pavement.



The sun felt cold

and unforgiving as

I rationalized my fate

with the maples.


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