It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIf I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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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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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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