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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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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
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
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
We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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End Heart Broken Life Love Myself Time Writing
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
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
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Forever Land Lips Name Sleep Snow
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
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
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
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
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
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

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