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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.

She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.

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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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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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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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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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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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