go now leave.

Lives acutely similar in many respects
Fuelled by memories of past conquests
We are bound by the secrets we share
Nay! Shared
Tied by the invisible chains of feeling
The unseen shackles of thought
Let this be the last night of our old life
This opera is in it's final act and the pre maddona is shrieking her lungs out
The guilt is tampered by relief
Go ye if you were held by a spell
Walk free if you were enslaved
I feel light
This burden has been lifted off me

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