We all need more solitude sundays.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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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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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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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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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Give me love like summer rain.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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