Benoît Pioulard - Is in Its Clearest Form

So Etched in Memory

The Very Edge of Its Flame

And Relent

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

That Wounded Weathered

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Under the Break Arch

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Of Everything That Rhymes

As Would a Weaver

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

Anchor as the Muse

With No Advantage

Marmalade

Седая ночь

По барам

Лесник

Кукла колдуна

Девочка бандитка

Black Samurai

Хищница

Снежинки

Девочка, танцуй

Птичка

Где прошла ты

Алёшка

Komarovo

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