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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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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Damage Remedy Smile Soul Wear World
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
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
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 left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
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
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm

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