I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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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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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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