Benoît Pioulard - So Etched in Memory

Anchor as the Muse

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

As Would a Weaver

Whose Palms Create

A Shade of Celadon

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

Under the Break Arch

And Relent

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Initial B.P.

Best of My Love

I Stand Accused

Twisted

Make It Easy

Nothing

Why Won't You Love Me

XO

Sabela

Do You Mind

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Liquor

Hey Kop

When We Were Young

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