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A poem

By Natasha CollazoPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
G H O S T
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Grains of sand beneath our feet. An image that reenacts itself on repeat.

Haunting thoughts in my slumbering sheets, as we stare upon the chalky sky frothing over an

Oily canvas between blood orange beams rippling off the calm side of the

Sea.

The moment where I always wake up to the phantom of you and me.

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Natasha Collazo

Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

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    Written by Natasha Collazo