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  • Sep 4, 2017

    you don’t gain until you lose. you don’t stand until you’ve fallen. you don’t understand until you’re dancing in vulnerability. and what isn’t right is left. and what’s left is your experience.

    i got a tattoo today. it means vulnerability.

    good night from madrid 💕

  • Aug 29, 2017

    spit on his tongue
    i slide on lips
    twisting love for lust
    he falls from god
    as an angle like angel
    lies to your taste
    i’m crying in a sense
    hurting to be
    defying to become
    and he’s spinning
    like the devils spawn
    here i am
    falling in love

    spit
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  • Aug 27, 2017

    i find myself
    at midnight
    looking for
    your hands
    in shadows
    i still feel
    strangled
    for darkness
    weapons at
    my neck
    twists around
    my back
    reaching for covers
    i could never
    quite feel

    fragile hands
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  • Aug 26, 2017

    The second I realized I had nothing left to say is the exact moment I realized it was truly over.

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  • Aug 24, 2017

    dragging our feet
    upon ashes of words dealt
    throwing thorns at shadows in eve
    we wake the ocean with a touch of heaven
    lips against my skin
    feel you screaming
    rapids gravitate and we’re in hell masked as heaven
    pulling ourselves and breaking a moment
    shaving bones to feel whole
    using herbs to tango the ice of our hearts
    mixing vodka and tonic to shade abuse
    talking in difference we build false pretense
    he shatters windows of our green house
    swinging arms through nothingness
    he feels it, i feel him
    in a corner five thousand miles away
    tuesday with mercury in retrograde
    we face death to stay unafraid

    bones
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  • Aug 23, 2017

    in bliss we twist our spines
    across golden gates we dared to climb
    we’re holding on edge
    kissing in the mist with minds shut
    caught off guard to a prose i used to write
    we’re swaying and i’m rhyming
    lying in sand of oceans we used to wreck
    you call in night
    dancing with darkness i admired
    strolling on broken innocence
    yoga frolicking through tunnels in lobes unkind
    and he’s tangled in masochism
    we’re aligning on planes in worlds which don’t transcend
    nothing makes sense
    his eyes feel like a poltergeist
    i’m twirling while he’s floating
    in lie we find truth
    demons hover to fuel their fume
    the black feels right
    it was always
    alright

    and it’s alright
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  • Aug 20, 2017

    dancing in fumes
    a desire to be told
    i spoke to him in death
    misery against our skin
    longing for depth
    a conversation within ourselves
    lips against shins speak on edge
    we’re sailing the seas of broken love
    kissing death as if
    all of this made sense
    if we could mend truth
    to dance in trust would be worthy
    and we’re lying in twists
    myths of what was
    i kissed his hands
    to feel abuse
    create a muse
    in the dark of my shadows
    his eyes fade
    but tongue still twists

    twisting tongues
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  • Aug 18, 2017

    lying in a bed in venice
    thinking of you
    how your arms
    used to craft my essence
    i’m crying on clouds
    in daze and haze
    in catacombs of hearts
    skulls leave me at bay
    i’m screaming your name
    from rooftops i jump from
    clinging to drugs
    to echo your base from
    i held your hands
    to hold your heart
    screaming your name
    but it’s not you
    is it

    venezia
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  • Aug 15, 2017

    soaking his tranquility
    to dance instead of be
    rolling down hills of thorns
    feels good to bleed
    sorrows you gave me
    we’re burning
    slow dancing in fear of free
    broken in hatred
    feeling our fumes
    lighting gas
    he’s breaking his hands
    on a heart who loved him
    he’s cracking bones
    of a man who adored him

    against stone walls
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  • Aug 13, 2017

    and i’m running in circles
    across the dark side of the moon
    we’re wading, caving to our deepest
    i crave you in separation
    lost time and i’m dying in the arms of a ghost
    crying in your veins
    creating feigns in an enemy of a man
    with arms fold we guard our hearts
    love without love and i’m feeling you
    a candle lit retrospect
    man with arms of might and a heart of stone
    dancing in attention, loss of ego
    and we’re crying on the kitchen floor
    in an apartment we used to adore
    throwing knives at a revolving door
    standing on a balcony
    with your hands in his pocket
    and you thought i’d eventually
    forget

    third story balcony
    words by dominic riccitello
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