It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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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 live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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