an enjoyable pleasure from grouper:



on that note...

In the endless night, in the endless night
I liken
this feeling
to that of –broken cups

the lip of the glass
no longer intact
I go down in a crash
and then I get split up

i've been tapping my keys
to kiss you
to find you I write for
i've been tapping my keys
to kiss you
I must I must crack open that door

in the endless night, in the endless night
I find the feeling of filling up