Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Oct 22, 2017
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to be underneath it all in a sense of what it was we’re twirling in madness creating haze of what it meant i stand in his guard to realize fine eyes strength of his warmth tight hands  make you feel weak in a sense and …
Oct 19, 2017
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It was more than disappointment, but I gained from it. I learned from it. I leaned into it to step out of it. You learn from different perspectives and to be given the chance to grasp them is beautiful.
Oct 17, 2017
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if words were enough i’d have you running at the tips of my fingers caressing spines in relativity but i feel you in the dipper where gravity ceases to exist we’re twirling in circles in directions we only ever missed i…
Oct 16, 2017
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twining in our moment complexity of sin we’re dying in virtue  future daughters and men lying in laughter  dancing to a beat of nonexistence the stars are our hearts and i’m lying to him under the blanket moon in fear o…
Oct 14, 2017
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I don’t face sadness when friends leave because friends always come back. Yet when lovers leave, it’s like death. You’ll never see them again.
Oct 11, 2017
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a year and two feeling your fumes crying in coffins i’m drunk in a subway crying to the tune of your ears in my mouth swallowing your heart in a void i felt warm i die in your arms in shadows i might calling forth for l…
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 sens…
Oct 8, 2017
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Dating someone who gives you everything you need is frightening because what happens when they leave and you don’t have something?
Oct 7, 2017
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I had no desire to tell anyone I was in love. I knew and that was all that mattered. I had a theory that sharing would somehow take away the love and give it to everyone else. And I wanted it. All to myself.
Oct 6, 2017
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skipping on fine white coarse rose of his neck twirling his spine between my fingers cracking on knuckles crude thoughts in tune vibrations and wet tissues   i spoke in intervals solemn hello you overdose on control lie…