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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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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
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
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
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
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
Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade 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
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
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 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
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
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
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
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
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
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
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile

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