Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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