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THOMAS MEYERS STUDIO

NATHAN

wapack trail, kidder mountian, n.h.

You’re depressed

You confess

To yourself, nonetheless

You’re disturbed

You concur

With the rest

You’re anxious

You sigh

All is awry

You’ve gone and let time pass us by

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You’re hurt

You suggest

It’s making a mess

You’re afraid

You could cry

At the slightest of tests

You’re confused

You feel weird

Something’s off 

You’ve gone and let time pass us by

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You’re stuck

You profess

Like a bird who won’t fly

You’re broken

You try

To comply

You’re heavy

You sink

Forgetting to blink

What did I place in my gallery—what did I give prominence to, elevate to greater view, or hide in a storage room?

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frame that moment from graduation and place it in the front? To be sure of accomplishments in studies of so and so. —a mausoleum in my head

painting relationships, people, art, moments, sounds, feelings, every beautiful fracture in the hallways of life.

pedestaled the before and afters, the really long chapters and the bed-ridden chronicles. 

gathered the seeds and dust, the mildew and must. 

wrote in the cloud marble hallways, with tones of gold and pink; 

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