Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Feb 18, 2018
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i fell in love with the idea of us twisting in words breaking backs in tune of twenty-two and we age in fine time and blurred lines squeezing lemons for men out of might and we skip on fine lines in white noise to find …
Feb 17, 2018
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drafts on your skin words of your neck i’m spinning in heaven caressing in hell we’re dancing as if we’re the only ones here
Feb 15, 2018
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I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.
Feb 14, 2018
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you don’t love you lose with devils on shoulders creeps in night i outrage in thought of us intertwined like fire and rights rifles in my mind masochists in disguise for poetry i write the devils lips your thighs agains…
Feb 12, 2018
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i fall to breathe beneath you in summertime before flowers of night in time i find us reminscing on soft cotton sheets of your might and i try to remember fine times lemons and limes kissing within the fog before oceans…
Feb 11, 2018
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And I wonder if the moment I die will know it’s the moment I die.
Feb 9, 2018
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Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost…
Feb 8, 2018
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to be a broken virtue in south with your could bones from legs which walked across borders in feign of my eyes to die in tears cry in essence for a missed oasis like my hands in your lap twisting tongues in hell i make …
Feb 7, 2018
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I laid in darkness, in bed with the same song on repeat for hours. I wasn’t sad. I was happy because that’s what happiness was to me.
Feb 6, 2018
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dipping in satan’s touch i surrender to essence of waves in minds on end where thoughts led us  to be with but without the devil in us i etch myself in sin cutting ribs to be within myself at night like i whisper to dem…