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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.

He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.

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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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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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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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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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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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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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