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Comments about Ludovico Arquier
Four walls I cannot see,
prevent me moving.
This is where the forgotten go,
left in the dark.
As I sit and wait and starve;
with my fingernails
I begin to carve.
I scratch until the ink appears,
Full of tears.
I write 'remember' till the pen runs dry,
my final breath unheard.