With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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