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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.

Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.

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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
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
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
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
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
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
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
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade 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
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
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
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Break Up Home Myself
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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