This wild heart beats restlessness.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThis wild heart beats restlessness.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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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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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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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 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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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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