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Feb 2013
As I lay in the cold New York night
shivering, in hate
fist clenched, in anger
kicked off my thrown
Forever left to wallow alone

Those who watched as i fell
were overjoyed,
Curse those who filled my heart
with a flaming void!

No one stole time
to understand,
Their draconian words
I could not withstand,
    specially
those whom, since grasped my first air
poised by me,
those who lessoned me to be fair
    tossed me deeper into the void,
like i was left locked out
and no one handed me the key
Leon Hart
Written by
Leon Hart  N.Y.C
(N.Y.C)   
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   Ann Beaver
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