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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.

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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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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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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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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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