In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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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 can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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