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Friday, July 15, 2005


I took a long drag of my cigarette and recalled the night events.



They were laughing and smiling.
Shuffled around and meeting different people.

A glimpse of emotions...
Hope.
Fear.
Loss.
Routine.






There was something about their eyes...



Stella.
I met her.
A wonderful and gorgeous young lady.
Smiles shared, stories told.
Understanding, without words.


I noticed something.
Her eyes, they are the same.





Underneath it all, whatever one may see.
Their eyes... They tell it all.












Sorrow...
Stella...
she seemed so sad.

I Am King Of The World



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