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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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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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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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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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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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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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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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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
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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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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