Dominic Riccitello
Feb 22, 2017

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a deep night i call forth his name in the divide i read the pages i scribed the tears you weep over time to rhyme your name at the tip of my tongue sway your rhythm between my begin our souls twine in the valley at night lost tunnels of the parallel our universes collide on hidden truths hues and broken fuses we moved like fluid riding the waves of our bodies music we were illusive to losing ourselves in the shadows  in a broken vision where lovers lied doves cried a muse goes to die i held your arm in the cold of that spring night wrote a poem of a man which used to hold tight it’s tonight and i still can’t seem to find where i left the love where the light had gone when things were right before a left turn