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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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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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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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