by She addresses the crowd,
not from behind a porcelain mask
locked in an eternal smile,
but with a weathered face,
hard and scarred by the world.
Her smile is her own.
She addresses the crowd,
not from behind a porcelain mask
locked in an eternal smile,
but with a weathered face,
hard and scarred by the world.
Her smile is her own.
A (wise) man of two faces 
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