Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWith each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as 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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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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