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Open season on interpretations: "Querida" - Nobody wears a white coat any more... — LiveJournal
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
Open season on interpretations: "Querida"
"When I get to level 7 I can actually summon a humanoid whore, as opposed to a gelatinous cube whore."
"It'll dissolve your winkie."

"Jeff? For the love of God, let it eat Michael Flatley." You must understand, we're now running a final encounter for Jefe, who's Miraged the entire cast of Riverdance as a distraction...

One streetlight dies,
            the night is silent,
      a question asked,
                      another's day
   What dreams dissolve
                  in midnight shadows
and wrap the world
             in winter white?

And broken dreams,
         a streetlight's answer
                    the only hope
    I ever see
              The shadows cry,
Can no-one mend them?
          And falling stars
                     can't help but die

A streetlight dies
      to wake the morning
                 the shadows grow 
          and fade away
                        the winter calls,
the winter, crying,
              the questions lift
   the questions stay.

now feeling:: worried worried

2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
daimones From: daimones Date: March 9th, 2003 08:03 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
He didn't let me shoot my own creation. -sniff-

The poem is beautiful, but I'm sure you knew that. Brightly burning...
feathered From: feathered Date: March 9th, 2003 04:19 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
I like this poem. Lots.
2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word