The Mother of Atychiphobia
It is unthinkable
By Patricia YanezPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read
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I’m easily lost
In my children’s blue flame eyes
I cannot fail them
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Patricia Yanez
A mother of four. A business-owner. An aspiring writer with a long way to go.
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