Benoît Pioulard - Whose Palms Create

So Etched in Memory

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

A Shade of Celadon

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Anchor as the Muse

As Would a Weaver

And Relent

Initial B.P.

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Under the Break Arch

Седая ночь

Black Samurai

Komarovo

КАК MOMMY

По барам

Лесник

Dance Monkey

Хищница

Пьяный туман

Marmalade

Пошла жара

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Снежинки

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