An invisible disaster: We accepted we wereA friend, suggested a decency centerFor her and I,“What a fuck, was a decency center?”I kept thinking, perhaps, it was some form of,Society counter control measure,Aimed at taking fun out of everything in lifeI wasn’t ready for that; neither was sheWe decided to do somethingSomething we both never thought…
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Cadaver Architect: 3 of 11
Mornings and evenings, I whisper words of gratitude, praise And love, to her: The one and one The Architect, a greatest of the great An elite, who reigned the elite of the elite Some of her works, thrive through I An elite researcher, She designed and transformed Motivation, inspiration, insights, And protection, The Architect still…
Cadaver Architect: 2 of 11
Imprints of a lens, define The Cadaver Architect, As an independent, intelligent, brave Yet, most caring soul, Ever harvested, throughout centuries Fame and hard work, were a glimpse Of greatness, encapsulated in her beauty Astonishingly, with sciences and logic She reigned, the elite of the elite Among delegated accredited researchers, She voiced, with authority Respect…