Dominic Riccitello
Oct 10, 2017

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screaming in our dreams and we died just to be in ourselves within a moment he’s twirling on fine lines a wrinkled mind in stolen echoes and horrid emotions to numb us is to divide ourselves and i’m deprived of all sensation striking hourglasses to bend through time we’re dancing on sand and i felt you in a moment’s time hourglass