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I could not easily slip from this place | no matter how hard I tried | The bonds which bind me | in place and in mind | are tight and steadfast in their resolve | But I can dream of flight | of soaring breathless and piercing clouds | of chasing night across the globe | its dark cloak a mantle on my shoulders | But not today | not tomorrow or in the days to come | Only entanglement of a quantum kind | would gild my wings with sunset gold / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1qjYExV

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