with tattooed legs
i pull the threads of the bed i lay
walking with a haze
reds and blues and purples
i said i loved forever
in hallways of our endeavor
through salty weather
a dark december
we surrender to our thoughts
spines tangled in knots
we crossed an ocean
to sing our song
we danced at the station
of our last stop
dancing in irony
words by dominic riccitello
words by dominic riccitello
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