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"You Cry For Your Dearest" by Mark McConville



We share moments of grace

And we love the bones of the bird

That flies around our blooming fantasy

Collecting paper notes written in your own text.


We sit by the water

Coming to terms with loss

Objecting against the need for revenge

We swirl out drinks to create a pattern

But we can’t fall in.


You cry for your dearest

Thinking about him

Creates tension in your mind

And your screams reverberate.


I take your elegant hand

And look deeply into the eyes of fire

I tell you that you must confess and lose the rage

Or the world we’ve built will sadly fail.


Every moment aches for tenderness

Your bones are tentative, and your voice crackles,

I’m losing you to inner conflicts,

Even when your photogenic face keeps its shape,

And your skin stays soft.


We are the forgotten

You knew that

We ran away

For a momentous future

Now I fear you’re becoming undone.


The lick of paint on the car

The red and blue

The rust has been abolished there,

Though, there’s still rust on your mind,

And a deep hatred for the world.

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