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The devil’s new October. Everything has a fever. I am too pure for you or anyone

But the Trader Joe’s clerk was kind to me. Appreciated my help with the bagging. Someone else liked my hair. World of blessings, dream kingdom, day after day—

“You have much gold upon your head,”
They answer’d all together:
“Buy from us with a golden curl.”

And I was given fruit to eat.

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