Death Howl
Łukasz Drobnik
Trunks shoot fire. Crocodiles pierce through you. Snails bite and retreat to their shells. (If only you returned to your son’s arms.) Frogs barf copies of themselves. You start to realize you’ll never get him back.
Trunks shoot fire. Crocodiles pierce through you. Snails bite and retreat to their shells. (If only you returned to your son’s arms.) Frogs barf copies of themselves. You start to realize you’ll never get him back.
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