To Bob, from Alice: Can you C MI?

Words spoken become equal measures of spin

Faint remnants of your voice, a partial trace held within

Then at once you are with her, in her, you are there

Two entangled particles, a singlet stated pair

Yes, the outcome of her figuring is anything but random

No-communication absolving that which hasn't yet happened

Time is but a fancied façade and now her strength is waning

Farewell my love, she mocks his tone… yet has no trouble waiting

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