I think the stanza below would make a fine poem in itself. Other parts have
some good bits which could be cannibalized for use elsewhere.
>
> When you can see all of me,
> when you can hear all of me,
> when all the red things, sad things,
> good and bad things inside me
> no longer divide me from you
> I will finally, at last, in ecstasy speak
> your name, your name, your name, your un
> speak
> able name.
>
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