“Forgotten Stations” by Mietzekatze3847 A last cigarette For all forgotten stations, I can smell the gas… (jf) “Forgotten Stations” by Mietzekatze3847 Picture by Mietzekatze3847, poetry by Jonathan. Share the breadClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like Loading...
Reblogged this on klangkopf and commented: Only zombies roam around the forgotten stations, remainings of a long gone time, when energy was cheap. Air shimmers, heavily loaded with gas. Sad beings, which live in past. Present comes with a huge explosion. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on klangkopf and commented:
Only zombies roam around the forgotten stations, remainings of a long gone time, when energy was cheap. Air shimmers, heavily loaded with gas. Sad beings, which live in past. Present comes with a huge explosion.
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