BEAUTY OF DECAY
Tracks, rust and frost.
Near a train station, listening to Lene Marlin, thinking of my teenage love, before going to church, freezing cold, drowning in melancholy, still hope.
Inspired by Enki Bilal to a certain extent, Dolores Marat to another extent.
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