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My aches and passions, are my prison and my freedom same. I have the key in my pocket, to be free of loves potential bane. I feel the aches of passion, the aches of so intoxicating of a want. Passions turn to poison, dear, but only when passion subsumes to mere earthly desire. Passion is passion, should be kept fiery in our stove, should be stoked with coals of desire, not cooled to sickly co…