Benoît Pioulard - That Wounded Weathered

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

Anchor as the Muse

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

Of Everything That Rhymes

An Image Apart from Ourselves

With No Advantage

A Shade of Celadon

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

As Would a Weaver

So Etched in Memory

Initial B.P.

Error Code (Hardcore)

Mocha

Захотел

When We Were Young

Crocodiles

Savaş (The War)

What I Might Do

Why Won't You Love Me

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