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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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