In the room of crocodiles In the room of crocodiles, I could see a bathtub full of bogey green eyes. In the room of crocodiles, I could hear a hissing coming from the living room. In the room of crocodiles, I could smell the meat of a boar getting ripped apart in the kitchen. In the room of crocodiles, I could sense a crocodile creeping up on me. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading…
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