If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
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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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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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