If I Just Talked To Clarisse...
apocalyptical surrender
no one touching her
withered leaves are falling
her heart - a canopy
mortal face of beauty
smudged by evil rains
search for inner shelter
broken glass of puzzle
pony tail of sorrow
smile of timid child
empty nest enduring
reality of time
Clarisse of Eastern Paris
children mocking her
waiting for her route
She was never seen again...
for Matt's Contest: Fictitious Person
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