I search for summer in every corner of september.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNights were made for broken hearts.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAutumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSilent lips speak the deepest truths.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNA lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAugust died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHer afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
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