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Mr. Cofman

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"Black Rabbit sitting on the snow, listening to the "She was there" song~
His path is dark, but illuminated by the light of a small candle~
Though, it didn't help the women who disappeared without a trace~
...why do I hear croaking? I'm drowning in a white murky liquid...
Agape.
Zzz... dreams of love and hatred...
Zzz... dreams of a big white owl...
UWAH! Scary.
Gallop away you freaking horse!
Or I'll call a man without a mask!
Yes, pumpkin is NOT A MASK!"
...
I'd call this poem "Cofman is yapping again #23"
 
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