an_intimate_view Doar Touch your cliches, see them coming, and yet see them as outside your own mind keep them trapped as you do, without the colour, and nothing but grey clouding the trapping. A broken waste, that keeps each moment to itself. Does it give you anything to take? Does it deserve anything you give it? Or is it another dead moment for you, me and all others? . 101008 ... Doar Touch your cliches, see them coming, and yet see them as outside your own mind keep them trapped as you do, without the colour, and nothing but grey clouding the trapping. A broken waste, that keeps each moment to itself. Does it give you anything to take? Does it deserve anything you give it? Or is it another dead moment for you, me and all others? . 101008 what's it to you? who go blather from