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Mar 2019
As,to the particular spin, in the stars in my soul, in a killers heart, in a hole
Entangled are the results when measured,
The observer is no longer outside looking in he becomes a part of the observation, changing the cat to alive
From dead, both possibilities possible if out looking in, the answer is not
In a one or zero, it's deep within the entire universe.  
Flying so high as to become outside
And see I was locked out for eternity.
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