Poetry

Crumbled Dust

Crumbled Dust (By Cat Matchuk)

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doors to the upper room by Oz Yigit

You see me, you see right through,
past the flesh and into the heart.
Awaking from a dream just to stumble across the broken concrete of buildings,
you wish to be dreaming again, it’s better.

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