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If there were a poem
As graceful as hunger
Sandalwood deep
And strong as the morning
Silent as language
Gentle as fear
Clear as the darkness
And tender as reason
Loud as the sunshine
Pure as desire
Hard as a whimper
And soft as a dream
Sharp as a circle
And warm as a prayer
Selfish as love
And healthy as hate

If that were a word
And I were to sing it
How could the world