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

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