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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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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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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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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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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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