Benoît Pioulard - Under the Break Arch

So Etched in Memory

As Would a Weaver

Anchor as the Muse

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Very Edge of Its Flame

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

A Shade of Celadon

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

Komarovo

Прыгну со скалы

Marmalade

Где прошла ты

Седая ночь

Девочка, танцуй

Пьяный туман

Дурак и молния

Снежинки

Можно я с тобой

Dance Monkey

Девочка бандитка

Мёртвый Анархист

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