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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.

Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.

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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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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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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
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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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
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Death Existence Illumination Loud Night Stardom
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
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence

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