Tangled Vines Your bloodshot eyes are a subway map, And mine are vines from a twisted tree, The subway crashes and the collision of color contrasts the scarlet scribbled into the surface. As my verdant vines wrap around the moon, I can finally consume why #life is worth the pain. It's all a game, but nobody wins except the commuter rail and entangled midnight moon. And as the clock approaches noon, the vines grips grow tighter and tear the#moonfrom the starlit sky, And as the map of your eye once again becomes a blank slate, I can finally relate why #life is worth the pain. - i.m.r @blotterbrain on Twitter
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