Faces

There are faces I keep in a box by the door,  

  For when I cannot wear my own,

Today I wore James Dean and warm leather,

  On the long walk home,

Some people hang their heart on their sleeve,

  Or set in walls of stone,

But I keep mine in my right pant’s pocket,

  And I hold it when I’m alone…

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