Benoît Pioulard - The falling dream

An Image Apart from Ourselves

So Etched in Memory

As Would a Weaver

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Initial B.P.

With No Advantage

And Relent

Of Everything That Rhymes

Under the Break Arch

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Is in Its Clearest Form

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Whose Palms Create

A Shade of Celadon

That Wounded Weathered

Black Flag

Yoko

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

What I Might Do

RAW MINISTER

Sabela

Cornfield

Valovi

Why Won't You Love Me

Obsidian

OUT THE MUD

Peachfuzz

Шоссе

Splove

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