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leaves wander the streets like crabs, sensitively letting their perimeter clash with the concrete. have you heard it before? it’s perfect. you’ll know if you’ve heard it. you close your eyes and you’ve already accepted the army of crustaceans that is rushing to your doorstep. you start to plan what items you will scavenge before your house is swallowed by a dream. but almost instinctually you open your eyes again and make sure they’re just leaves.