a kiss a butter/fly lands on the purple grass
a little pain eros has left town
i sow poison in a mess i dreamed i wasn’t sick
and my wish/box was empty never to wake up
a sleepy waking state to find myself there to forget nothing they
say sometimes i need you too when i was a child le parc de belleville
and in the ruins take pleasure in saying confidences do you ever need me ?
es-tu amour/heureux·se ?
i do not belong here
saint-yves told me but camille’s angels
watch over me faces are wet
when we facetime