August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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Summer was soaked with 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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I either want a love like poetry or no love 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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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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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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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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