With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNEvery drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Summer was soaked with you.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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