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    so it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks
    and we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop
    and i thought at fifteen that i'd have it down by sixteen
    and twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
    like a mad whore
    and twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
    like a friend you don't want to see
    oldness comes with a smile
    to every love given child
    oldness comes to rile
    the youth who dream suicide