Dominic Riccitello
May 23, 2015

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i loved a man with eyes of glass dark like stance warm chamber hands he spoke with grooves flowed with you’s held his own yet followed you beside his darkest he dabbled looked crept upon the bluest his sky was graceful but his mouth spoke hatred tongue tied and suck in dazes his ways, words the way his wise spoke eights strayed from sevens as he lied in questions the world was always while his seemed stuck in hallways the corridors of even and odd from hell he loved his name and the flame he thought he held left vs. right