I place my hope on the water
GRANITE
Put in mind of my father and moved to tears
BOLT
What knots my belly now is hope
CHINA
I am an old, beaten dog
GLASS
I am a woman, middle-aged invisible
FLUID
Touch my lips with your spirit
PEA
They have found a way to crack the sky
MOON
So perfect it's ugly
TIN
A girl with her back to me, a girl on fire
FAT
This is one way to remember
WIRE
When all this is over, I will try to write
BUBBLE
Second hand, second-class, grey
CHEW
He wears boots, a dress, drives a shopping trolley, eats in the caff.
LIGHTS
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