Shall I adorn,
Gild and paint myself
Like some Egyptian Queen?
Dress in silk and gold,
Reciting rituals of old?
Peacock feathers fan my face as
Social brick upon brick slides into place,
Encasing me in stone.
Entombed, as ever, forever alone.

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