There's Blood Pooling in the Paint. For the man in California. (11/30)
Maybe he just walked in to buy paint for his bathroom.
Gray Haven, Steel-Cold Pistol, Nearly White on White,
Crushed Bones in the Sun, Crossroad Stone, Springtime Sprigs.
But that hack-saw, that hack-saw in aisle 9: a mistress to take his heart.
Fuck that bathroom and her it's botched up walls -
He wanted to feel. Or die.
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