Innocence Again

Tara M. Clapper
I am not the little girl asking why
Or pushing her hand into a basket
Of bitter, unforgiving fruit.
I have loved your utter
Ugliness
Before you knew that light
Could touch it
Because innocence
Was least expected in your arms,
Yet there I rest.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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