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

Under the Break Arch

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

And Relent

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

Whose Palms Create

Initial B.P.

As Would a Weaver

A Shade of Celadon

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Никто

Где прошла ты

Девочка бандитка

Лесник

Птичка

КАК MOMMY

Кукла колдуна

Black Samurai

Dance Monkey

Хищница

Прыгну со скалы

Marmalade

Алёшка

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