Benoît Pioulard - Hiems

Initial B.P.

A Shade of Celadon

The Gilded Fear That Guides the Flow

As Would a Weaver

Is in Its Clearest Form

An Image Apart from Ourselves

Of Everything That Rhymes

The Very Edge of Its Flame

Under the Break Arch

Shut-Ins on Sunday See

And Relent

So Etched in Memory

With No Advantage

That Wounded Weathered

Whose Palms Create

On Me

Да пошёл ты нахуй, ёбаный Серёга

Why Won't You Love Me

A Desert Born in Twilight

Almost Doesn't Count

Grillz

Nothing

When We Were Young

Girl I'm Gonna Miss You

Fantasy

Forgot About Dre

Mr. Wrong

Versace On The Floor

Hey Kop

Make It Easy