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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’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
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
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
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
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
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
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 a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Love Myself Paint Song Start Touch Writing
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Myself Peace Silence
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

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