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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Death is the mercy of life on us.

Death is the mercy of life on us.

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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
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
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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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
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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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Ache Blood Home Sick Wound Writing Yourself
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
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
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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Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
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
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
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
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
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
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself

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