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