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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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Myself Name Reach Song Thinking Tips
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
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
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
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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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
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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Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
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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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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