wanderedDo you remember what it's like to forget who you are?wandered
Wandered so far off the path, no hope for getting back.
Set the anchor slipped my mind,
oh well maybe next time.
Until then I think I shall float along supported by memories of you my dear. Thoughts of you make my bouyant and light. Even with no land in sight
no worries here...
It took me years to make you the thoughts of clouds to get over that feeling that you forgot me though I know you never would.
I wish I could send you a letter to tell you all that we've become
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The Exquisite Corpse:[link]
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The surreal arts:[link]
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"The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery"
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"Warum trinken, wenn man rauchen kann?
Warum rauchen, wenn man sterben kann?
Warum sterben, wenn man leben kann?"
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