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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.

He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.

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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
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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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
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
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
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
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
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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Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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