Ibycus can't hear cranes. Neither can I hear your words when I am silenced by thoughts of you. Sometimes your young laughter basks on laurelled mountains and I remember many nights spent in silence under the warmth of hurdling stars. I cannot bear to listen to the frail words you speak. To touch you is to touch Dryope. I cannot abide you. I am too full of your wondrous heart.
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