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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.

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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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
Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Myself Name Reach Song Thinking Tips
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
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
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
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
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Moon Night People Sadness Sing Song
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
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
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
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
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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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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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

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