The algorithm of my past
A poem
Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has its morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Natasha, do you have a link to your exclusive material?