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Oct 2013
they told me that mystery is a virtue
that it intrigues and prevails over
dullness in the soul itself
i sigh into the fumes of my cup
caress a petal on the withering china
say, oh well i'm an open book
and an open book can't be closed
iris tan swee ling
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iris tan swee ling
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   Randy Vera and ---
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