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Cavernous deep eyes

Welling up with tears,

Resembling tragic pools

Full of deep anguish,

With a white pallid beauty

And ebony straggly hair,

Knotted and tangled

She is suffering incarcerate,

With her hollowed cheeks

A display of desperateness,

Lonely, cold and full of pain

I kneel down beside her,

I put my arms around her shoulders

And hold her hug her,

Hoping to administer healing

To ease her anguished feelings,

She shook and wept openly

As I try hard to fill her need,

For any kind of solace and comfort

I feel it helping by minute degrees.