I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI search for summer in every corner of september.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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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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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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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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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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