It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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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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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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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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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and 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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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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