It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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