Benoît Pioulard - And Relent

Whose Palms Create

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

That Wounded Weathered

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

As Would a Weaver

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

Of Everything That Rhymes

Initial B.P.

Under the Break Arch

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Anchor as the Muse

Мёртвый Анархист

Девочка, танцуй

Можно я с тобой

Девочка бандитка

Алёшка

Rampampam

Никто

Лесник

Пьяный туман

Komarovo

Дурак и молния

Black Samurai

Кукла колдуна

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

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