Spy
I remember the past with fondness
Living carefree once was great
Being a spy is never easy when in bondage
One must know when faced with no escape
Poison, sodium pentothal help memory out
Fire burns. Acid works better to that end
I left my mind at home beside the bed no doubt
Days of youth with butterflies cry out in pain
Once upon a time there was a code worth knowing
If only I could remember it to tell these thugs
Next time I will remember it to keep on living
These men are not here to make love
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