You turn cardboard boxes into rocket ships
and houseplants into forests
your bathtub is an ocean
with a rubber duck chorus.
You leave footprints of fairy dust
and with the flick of the wrist
you dear, remind us
that magic exists.

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by katbowz

I'm a writer from Toronto, Canada. Marketing by day, fiction and poetry by night... And sometimes also by day, on slow ones.

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