Gravel   I should have let my hair go gray, the color of plain river rocks, which either sit or roll with currents rolling them. I can’t stand upon a stump of old and worn eraser heads. Walk/dissolve have equal signs between the words, between the efforts tied to them. I swallow gravel spits of…

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