Benoît Pioulard - Rain warp

As Would a Weaver

So Etched in Memory

A Shade of Celadon

Under the Break Arch

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Whose Palms Create

Of Everything That Rhymes

Initial B.P.

That Wounded Weathered

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

With No Advantage

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

And Relent

Седая ночь

Никто

МАЛИНОВАЯ ЛАДА

Девочка, танцуй

Marmalade

Можно я с тобой

Алёшка

Rampampam

Пьяный туман

Black Samurai

Пошла жара

По барам

КАК MOMMY

Где прошла ты

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