Benoît Pioulard - Shut-Ins on Sunday See

A Shade of Celadon

So Etched in Memory

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

Is in Its Clearest Form

The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

As Would a Weaver

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Initial B.P.

With No Advantage

Whose Palms Create

And Relent

Anchor as the Muse

Under the Break Arch

OUT THE MUD

When We Were Young

Yoko

Peachfuzz

Водка-пиво

Mocha

Crocodiles

Valovi

Захотел

Cornfield

Trap Or Die

Why Won't You Love Me

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Splove

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