Benoît Pioulard - An Image Apart from Ourselves

That Wounded Weathered

Anchor as the Muse

A Shade of Celadon

Whose Palms Create

Of Everything That Rhymes

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

So Etched in Memory

And Relent

Under the Break Arch

Initial B.P.

The Very Edge of Its Flame

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

As Would a Weaver

Is in Its Clearest Form

Wave#2 (Boots Movement)

Nothing

Медуза

Error Code (Hardcore)

Hey Kop

Doo Be Doo

Ezinye

Nasır

Twisted

Spending My Time With You

Do You Mind

Residuals

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

When We Were Young

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