Dollface

She wears three masks painted with
Ivory and alabaster
her foundation fragile
In finest porcelain cast her
One face for her amusement
Another for disaster
One mask for her lover
The other for the pastor
One face for the one
Who calls himself the Master
And in between her cracking smiles
Are her hands made of plaster

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