The hedonistc heroes of my youth now lie dyin at the bottom of my toy chest.
I hear their gasps and moans in the darkness of the day.
They fondle themselves in secret spaces ashamed and happy.
Where has my freedom gone?
I think my parents threw it out.
Accidentally on purpose I stumble down cobble stone roads, past the pretty painted whore houses.
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