Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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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.
Dec 14, 2017
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i laugh until i cry and i speak in tongues so you won’t realize it’s about you and i speak in tongues so you won’t realize it was your song in the car on that tuesday when the world stopped and we were spinning in a slo…
Dec 13, 2017
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we’re gentle in our darkest feeling in hearts without love we touched without grip spoke before words felt the demons in us and i said do you love me? but love was lost before it was given and sometimes our love is not …
Dec 12, 2017
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i die not because i’m dead but because i’m falling in love with your touch every day it stings in echoes surrounding my mind triumph of us is nothing but sin as in you and i we don’t quite make sense with jagged edges q…
Dec 11, 2017
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You look for truth in the beginning, but nothing makes sense until the end.
Dec 6, 2017
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in night of we talk of fading a demon in midst of ourselves talking in tongues to hell we’re basking in him to feel a bliss of evanescence the irony of happiness  kissing the feat of heaven but the gravel of hell and i …