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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.

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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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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
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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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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Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Count Eyes Himself Sky Stardom
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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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
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself

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