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Organization / Workplace
Madison, Wisconsin
Occupation
House Fellow
About
Some people write their stories with ink and a ball point pen.
but I’ll use the rubber on my shoes till streets and rivers end.
-Shoes, Chris Volpe
I've been feeling three feet tall this month,
Hardly indestructible.
But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.
An angel got his wings,
And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
-Winter, Bayside
I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you
But I don't have to make this mistake
And I don't have to stay this way
If only I would wake
I could have lost myself
In rough blue waters in your eyes
And I miss you still