Benoît Pioulard - Under the Break Arch

So Etched in Memory

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Is in Its Clearest Form

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Whose Palms Create

A Shade of Celadon

Initial B.P.

Anchor as the Muse

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

Of Everything That Rhymes

As Would a Weaver

And Relent

Make It Easy

RAW MINISTER

Юра, мы всё проебали

Hiya naaoula

OUT THE MUD

Шоссе

Crocodiles

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Black Flag

Young Heroes

Savaş (The War)

Wotcha Gonna Do

Танец. Ключ к экстазу

Kya Bolti Tu

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