Paper Houses

We cut out roses
and houses
picture bricks
with childs’ hands.

We stood the man
where his paper smile
loved his wife.

The earth turned.

The edges so thin
the rose had no smell
petals never fell
walls melted in rain.

You and me

We had such
paper flowers.

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