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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.

We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.

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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
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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Childhood Deserve Heart Love Poem Remember Stay Yourself
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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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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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
Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Herself Listening Poetry Silence Soul
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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