A faint of one's doubts, brittle assumptions may be. From their vast whereabouts, they accompany me.
Deep love with opaqueness, on a night after song. Come out now of the vagueness, to the heart tune along.
For a moment aloud, and with grateful decor. Standing firmly inbound, take a look at before.
In the old name of virtue, take your well deserved portion. In my soul I have ventured, turning blind at its fortune.
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Luis Gonzalez
Physician/Programmer that enjoys deeper thoughts and reflections on the subtle aspects of the human experience
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