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Jul 10
as her ladies paint
her blue blood on her lips
Cleopatra speaks:
β€œqueens 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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     mercy party, roumen, deyrah, Godawan, S Olson and 1 other
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