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Jan 2018
No forceful push
Nor violent gust
Was needed
To tear down his house
This house made of paper
Where the paper man stayed

His thin white walls
Without any windows
With a light in the middle
Gave shapes
To those outside
Trying to peer in

But along she came
With her fiery heart
A soul with warmth
Like embers from a hearth
And she easily burned down
That timid paper house
Mr E
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Mr E
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