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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.

Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.

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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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Damage Remedy Smile Soul Wear World
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
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
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
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
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
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
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
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
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
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
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.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself

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