I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI see the world in shades of you.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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