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The lost one

The plan was accurate

And I followed it with my finger out.

My flowers were born at each deadline

Until one rebelled.

The tiny detail was hiding,

The personality changed

And my plan became a treasure hunt.

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Paranoia of science

Life of a scientist,
A Life of paranoia.
Evident results lead to clear conclusions
Yet the doubt arrived and tiny unobserved details
Become gigantic.
Living by minimizing errors and degrees of freedom
To be able to trust the numbers and the senses.

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