Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Jan 1, 2018
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lying in reflection a dark beat twenty-seven kissing your hands spinning in beds of men i might find in a horrid truth bleeding from palms of cuts i spent on a resolution i said in drunken somber with rotating tables on…
Dec 31, 2017
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i spoke his name a dozen times too many in horror i see evil essence of a man who cherishes heaven of pain tears in eyes and sleepless nights oceans of men broken by time in other lives where evil lies in truth with a b…
Dec 30, 2017
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in tune with your eyes i fade with the wind to feel the gentle of your skin like feathers of your pillows in gloomy night when your tears touch my skin i feel like heaven in time like your neck on my back against the sh…
Dec 28, 2017
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beneath your essence i’m lying in his death on planets twisting sentences before time could exist we found space between us in molecules held together an atom without an eve in the dark of the night behind shadows in th…
Dec 27, 2017
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fucking in fumes to a sensual tune of you in our dire truth i break our view of what was just a mercury glass mirror with a reflection of two people against the shins of another i break to take you to places you’ve neve…
Dec 26, 2017
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you make moments instead of memories broken emotions instead of matrimony dance with the devil in an ocean of sin and i kiss to feel the lips of age rather than bliss in signs of this i take your hand against my hip and…
Dec 25, 2017
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under years of his eyes i follow roads in turns where demons follow you and he said five times too many we quake in the rage that we are basking in sin for years to come i’m humming in tune with you in mind lying in eye…
Dec 24, 2017
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Toxicity is my fuel. Break me and you can take me.
Dec 20, 2017
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dying in truth to feel a living blue sky in my mind we’re triggering out from withering heights and i call out your name to feel an echo of something we feed ourselves in night because the sky is at darkness we see ours…
Dec 17, 2017
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He steals your knees, not because he needs you, but because he feeds off of your fears.