Dominic Riccitello
Words by Dominic Riccitello | Writer & Modern Poet

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Jul 4, 2018
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I broke a wine glass on our first date. And sometimes I break wine glasses thinking about it. You were in vain and now you’re in my veins.
Jun 26, 2018
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i took ecstasy on the day we met to try and feel once again and i dabble in demons of use with hands drumming to a beat i knew all too well like your hands on my neck to touch but grasp but to hold again i tango in your…
Jun 26, 2018
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You only made sense because I wanted you to make sense. I wanted you to fit. I wanted us to work. I wanted something which wasn’t right and you realize those things with time.
Jun 23, 2018
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i find in time i dine with my mind breaking before a clock i shed no tears like years after you creating mountains i climb for creation of experience you were nothing but an ocean i swam a bee i swarmed honey i licked y…
Jun 19, 2018
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The ones looking for happiness in others are the ones who haven’t learned contentment.
Jun 17, 2018
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i felt for all that we were to wallow in peace of ourselves i fall to pieces to understand in depth i make myself crawl into intuition bend over mountains in distance to create a moment i expected yet we dance in our tr…
Jun 5, 2018
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take me where you’re going i don’t want to lie forever and we’re falling in pieces calling where we’re dying and i feel you in waves calling it day by day    echoes in mountains where i’m tuning into you we’re cracking …
Jun 4, 2018
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I ended it because I wanted to be worth more.
May 29, 2018
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nothing made sense and to me that was more lovely than anything which could’ve
May 28, 2018
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finding dimes where pennies spent my years in black reminiscing of you and i back to back to the same damn song i sung all too well and we’re playing piano feeling the tunes of muses i used to kiss on the back of the ne…