A small space to portray, express, and repurpose.
Thomas Amburn
living in New York
surgery resident at NYU
writings are prose/poetry
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For my 15 year old self and someone else. I found freedom in you.Even if it was just moments,I felt free from what I didn’t want to know about myself. My mind is only a portal to other places I wish I could go,but I keep returning to those moments with you,during our younger years,intruding…
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I still check if you see my stories, now you never do. I don’t know for sure what this means, or what it means that I confess it with words. Truthfully, I don’t miss you, and I cannot admit we were at all convincing. But part of me wishes for validation, that someone like yourself,…
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This is my tenement, this small place where I can move my elbows, let my hands search for what I suspect is unsearchable, my eyes to scatter its sight among the terrain. My vision is drifting, changing with the shadows from the fading sun, transforming itself in sequence with the passing of time. I forget…
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It’s always… a good time… spent with you… I heard the delays from my mouth as if spoken somewhere without me, but still me, completely and fully me. In the sunlight, your face melted from some forced sternness into your natural kindness, that is so genuine and rare. Then my words melted out of my…
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Lesser known works will find love, when at the end of the day we learn there will be no tomorrows. Now we stand at the last moments, when the world has finally stopped its revolutions, we finally see what we are. The fallen mementos of something grander, something so big we gripped onto our centrality,…
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