Benoît Pioulard - I Walked into the Blackness and Built a Fire

Whose Palms Create

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

Under the Break Arch

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

A Shade of Celadon

Initial B.P.

Of Everything That Rhymes

And Relent

An Image Apart from Ourselves

So Etched in Memory

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

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Black Samurai

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КАК MOMMY

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