Two inches below her skin, six feet under ground,
Wisdom whispers in her ear, she breathes not a sound,
Trapped in a cold place, somewhere dark and gray,
She is callused and she is scarred and she has nothing to say,

What could cause such silence out of someone so very rare,
What could hold her tongue and leave her soul so bare?
This wisdom that she holds, forever to be her own,
Never to share or care with someone, always all alone.
 
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