Benoît Pioulard - Every cast light

With No Advantage

As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

The Very Edge of Its Flame

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

And Relent

Whose Palms Create

Of Everything That Rhymes

So Etched in Memory

Under the Break Arch

Initial B.P.

An Image Apart from Ourselves

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Птичка

КАК MOMMY

Лесник

Седая ночь

Где прошла ты

Black Samurai

Хищница

Marmalade

Никто

Снежинки

Пьяный туман

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

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Dance Monkey