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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.

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