It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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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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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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