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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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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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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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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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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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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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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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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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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