Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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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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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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