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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.

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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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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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And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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