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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.

Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.

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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
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
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
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
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
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
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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End Heart Broken Life Love Myself Time Writing

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