Balls and balloons everywhere
a lost slipper floats in the curry bowl,
and the bed always looks slept in now.
Grocery bags full of diaper packs
broken pieces of crayons,
scribbles lining every wall,
like tyre tracks on a wet road.
A plastic world lies ravaged
the victim of a cotton tiger's imagination,
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building block skyscrapers.