Wrinkles and scars are the same

Like when a piece of bread becomes hard

It cuts the roof of your mouth

Upsetting you

We all yearn

To go back and say what we wanted

Do what we wanted

But we dont

We sit here on our phones

Rummaging through ruins

Of the ruined

Agnes trails out

Odin weeps into your chest

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