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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the floxed bulb of October winnows down to pumpkins crouched in their own orange light~ each vine a fused unspooling toward frost, each fruit a brain swelling with moonstruck seeds.
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