In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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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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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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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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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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