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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.

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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
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Bruise Chest Fear Heart People Walk
Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Forever Full Live Love Poet 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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
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
Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Myself Name Reach Song Thinking Tips
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
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
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
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Damage Remedy Smile Soul Wear World
Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Childhood Deserve Heart Love Poem Remember Stay Yourself
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
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

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