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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.

Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.

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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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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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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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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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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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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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