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Jul 2010
You are encased
In a dream,
No way to pry and find
Its sealed treasuries.

These I have been using:
Clips, pens, knives and edges.

Can you read
The ambiguity
Donned by my actions?

Give me the key then
To unlock my aspirations.
Written by
Dennis Go
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