She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSummer left me like an almost lover.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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