Benoît Pioulard - Slow Spark, Soft Spoke

And Relent

Is in Its Clearest Form

A Shade of Celadon

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Of Everything That Rhymes

That Wounded Weathered

Initial B.P.

An Image Apart from Ourselves

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

So Etched in Memory

As Would a Weaver

Whose Palms Create

With No Advantage

Under the Break Arch

Valovi

Захотел

Шоссе

Водка-пиво

Crocodiles

Splove

Mocha

What I Might Do

Black Flag

When We Were Young

Peachfuzz

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