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Oct 2013
This journey started with a morning pancake
and your special coffee with chocolate
that all tasted so real as if i was awake

Five years we sat on a table,
with you across from me,
and I across from you,
we spent years building something true

Come rain, sleet, or snow
no matter which road I take,
You were always the way to go

As I held your hand,
And You held mine,
We walked through every weather
and still your hand would be engulfed around mine

Just as the sun rises in the morning
   you have always had my heart,
   And just as the sun sets in the evening
   you took what we built
   and tore it apart.

You were all that I had
and all that I ever hoped for,
Now I'm laying here
on this cold October floor.
Leon Hart
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Leon Hart  N.Y.C
(N.Y.C)   
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