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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.

You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.

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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
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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