Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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