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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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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
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
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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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
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
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 breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
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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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself

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