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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.

Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.

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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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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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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
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
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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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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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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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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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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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
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
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
Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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