I never understood
how you did it
tucking your dreams away
in the bottom of your purse
to make mine appear
you never relied on a wand.
but when the day is done
I creep by your door
I stare as you scrape the smile off
your face like day old lipstick
smudged
I see you disappear under the covers
praying for a lighter tomorrow
I wonder if clowns wake up everyday
hoping there will be less kids to please.

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