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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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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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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 can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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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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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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