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A hand reaches out, Bent to pluck the flower from the stem, Knowing…

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
A hand reaches out,
Bent to pluck the flower from the stem,
Knowing that to own the beauty,
It must be destroyed,
Perhaps a wise hand would stay itself,
Perhaps a wise hand would not,
But the hand,
Never plucks the flower,
For the flower lives,
Rises up,
A butterfly between our eyes and the sun,
Color dancing and shadows falling,
Beauty is infinite.
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