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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.

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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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
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
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
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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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
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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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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
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
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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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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