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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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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Alone Crowd Moon Stardom
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
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
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
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
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
Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Dreams Earth Horizon Kissing Sky
Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Drugs Fall Music Soul
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
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
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
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
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings

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