Benoît Pioulard - Narcologue

An Image Apart from Ourselves

That Wounded Weathered

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Of Everything That Rhymes

With No Advantage

And Relent

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

So Etched in Memory

As Would a Weaver

A Shade of Celadon

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Under the Break Arch

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Is in Its Clearest Form

Кукла колдуна

Мёртвый Анархист

Хищница

Где прошла ты

Marmalade

Девочка, танцуй

Rampampam

КАК MOMMY

Пошла жара

Black Samurai

По барам

Никто

Можно я с тобой

Птичка

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