Silence of Pain

Tears abide and accrue on her face.
Studying her aesthetic body,
she is abstract and benighted and I feel accountable and
abashed for her pain that she silently abates.
I became addicted to her acme of animation.
As I open my arms to appease and atone her,
she balks a second adherently, then gives in.

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