He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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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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