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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.

When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.

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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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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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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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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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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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Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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