From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThis wild heart beats restlessness.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Summer was soaked with you.
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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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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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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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I see the world in shades of you.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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