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as her ladies paint her blue blood on her lips Cleopatra speaks: “queens die like this: with the theatrics of the crowning ceremony and the proud negligence of the morning toilette: the gods-awful magnificence of a wrist-flick: draw me my milk bath, bring me my venom pills.”
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
immortal longings
as her ladies paint her blue blood on her lips Cleopatra speaks: “queens die like this: with the theatrics of the crowning ceremony and the proud negligence of the morning toilette: the gods-awful magnificence of a wrist-flick: draw me my milk bath, bring me my venom pills.”
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
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