Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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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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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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I see the world in shades of you.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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