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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.

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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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
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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Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Earth Eyes Happiness Heaven Reality Smile
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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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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Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
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
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
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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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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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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