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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its 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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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