Poem about facades (1 Viewer)

I'm searching for the Bukowski poem that explains the perfect looking people across the room and how it is just an illusion - we are all the same really - there is no one who doesn't feel phony and is just hiding behind the veneer - but it was centered around a woman I think - but the flavor of it is completely Bukowski - not how I'm explaining it at all! Thanks!

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