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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.

Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.

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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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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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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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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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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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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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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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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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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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