Autumn Appleton

Rookie (05/17/67 / NY)

My Mothers Cry

I write as if I know you,
But never quite sure who you are.
I feel the need to write you dear,
Yet the words are all too far.

It’s as if my very life depended,
Upon every key I type.
I am feeling very desperate
Sweat from my brow I do swipe.

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