no
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futurethe empty void is closing in, cloyingly sweet, beckoning like a half-naked woman in a sleazy strip club.
begging to give up, sitting down, closing off, it's there
when did it vanish, when did that bright star go off like someone hit a magic switch inside that brain
there was a time when
but it's gone now, so gone and so lost
prehistoric dusty old bones of an idea
-F.T.WillZ-must-die
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F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)
Poetryi've scoured the internet for these lol