facade
i am a man of too many faces,
faces like socks
to be changed when they stink,
faces like coins,
coins that love acid,
Eager to shine
like a can of tin
i am a man
of so much laundry
made to be dirty, made to be clean,
waiting for wash,
and for pure disorder
just to be closed with an air-tight lid
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