Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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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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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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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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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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