Benoît Pioulard - So Etched in Memory

As Would a Weaver

Of Everything That Rhymes

Is in Its Clearest Form

Whose Palms Create

Under the Break Arch

Initial B.P.

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

A Shade of Celadon

That Wounded Weathered

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Very Edge of Its Flame

With No Advantage

Anchor as the Muse

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Дурак и молния

Прыгну со скалы

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Rampampam

Девочка, танцуй

Седая ночь

Кукла колдуна

Marmalade

Black Samurai

Мёртвый Анархист

Пьяный туман

Dance Monkey

КАК MOMMY

Девочка бандитка

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