Benoît Pioulard - As Would a Weaver

That Wounded Weathered

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Anchor as the Muse

Whose Palms Create

With No Advantage

Of Everything That Rhymes

So Etched in Memory

A Shade of Celadon

Is in Its Clearest Form

Under the Break Arch

And Relent

Initial B.P.

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Twisted

Медуза

No Peace

Make It Easy

Spending My Time With You

Muntu wami

What I Might Do

Error Code (Hardcore)

I Stand Accused

Liquor

I Don't Play About My Paper

Devil Tried To Get Me

Nothing

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