Benoît Pioulard - The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

Is in Its Clearest Form

With No Advantage

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Whose Palms Create

As Would a Weaver

A Shade of Celadon

Initial B.P.

The Very Edge of Its Flame

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Anchor as the Muse

Under the Break Arch

Of Everything That Rhymes

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

That Wounded Weathered

Don't Make Me Wait Too Long

Timber

Fantasy

Sen Kaldın

There She Goes

Blinding Lights

Take Me Away

Damn

Party Rock Anthem

When We Were Young

Why Won't You Love Me

Sabela

Lie To Me

Sweeper

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