there is no greater grief than to remember days of joy when misery is at hand
the more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
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July of 2004 I fell in love with an Angel. His name is John and (at least when I met him) he lives in New Jersey. Born in 1982 he is currently 26 and he will be 27 on the Twenty First of July in this year 2009. All Poetry here was written by him. It has been years since I have last spoken with John. I hope to one day meet again...
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