Benoît Pioulard
Tack & Tower
Crosshatch condensationLocks latched, it's my conditionThe roil of sermon heresyValerian, my angel of mercyWe did, we asked the councilWe were blown back by the answerSomething is on in the towerBreak me from Leo down to CancerGrafted with scars around cardiaPlanted, the rhizome is hardierShoulders turned in discretionMoldered in flagging affectionsThe trap is activeAn approach is gradualThe seconds are slurringIn motions so casual
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