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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.

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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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Forever Full Live Love Poet Yourself
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Forever Land Lips Name Sleep Snow
I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Love Myself Paint Song Start Touch Writing
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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End Heart Broken Life Love Myself Time Writing
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom

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