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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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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Forever Full Live Love Poet Yourself
I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Ache Blood Home Sick Wound Writing Yourself
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself

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