With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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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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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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