in the small hours i realise what i have done in the small hours i realise what i have done i held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city i held the hand that threw the stone that killed the bird that woke the city and i could not feel the flower in my hand i could not feel the cracks beneath my feet and black holes in the sand.
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