mark king Biography

We partied, shooting barcardi
Drunken, drained
And filled with love
The full moon lit the way
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The party was great
I was having a good time
Laughing and dancing
I was coming up for air
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There is a hesitation
Written in the trembling lip
As the tears stream
Off her beautiful face
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Beautiful failure
Blood shot eyes

Shaking fists
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Brilliant words made of love,
decay in a blur of rage
and in-perfection.
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