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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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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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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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