Brian Arguello Biography

Until my dying day
Or until I desecrate the soul
For they are nearly the same
As long as the blood rushes through my veins
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I apologize
My eyes
They gravitated from my paper to her thighs as she passed by
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Lets all play the song of Plato!
Dance beneath the golden halo!
Dabble in chance and dance the Plato dance!
Go long, carry your country atop of your back
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Time ago, all your steps were taken with certainty.
The star strived for, strived toward,
Grew warmer and warmer.
Even in rain or in clouds.
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And why is it when he share a glance,
your half turns astray?
Towards the way where heart wishes to be?
True, he hopes only
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