The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSilent lips speak the deepest truths.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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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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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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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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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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