Dominic Riccitello
Dec 14, 2016

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tears fall from grieve your eyes break knees i hear your tune the swallow of your spit how you hid it i hear you in the night holding a grey pillow tight your mind races of familiar faces dark holds you here where i found you at 25 the dive breaks in your drive broke it feeling pieces a darkened soul became of me fighting shadows holding broken hands i wrote you a poem you couldn’t understand 2014