It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThere’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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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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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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