Benoît Pioulard - Forgiveness

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

Initial B.P.

Under the Break Arch

Of Everything That Rhymes

With No Advantage

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Whose Palms Create

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

A Shade of Celadon

That Wounded Weathered

New Killer Star

Blinding Lights

A Desert Born in Twilight

Fantasy

Old Me

Die For You

PAIN

Sign

Damn

When We Were Young

Take Me Away

Hey Kop

Sen Kaldın

Into A Mist

Easy On Me