[Jazhara7]

Originally Posted by RLacey

Too much happiness and joy there for me.

RIP, Thread™. Even though I murdered you, I wish you all the best in the afterlife.

With bony hands I hold my partner
On soulless feet we cross the floor

The music stops as if to answer
An empty knocking at the door

It seems its skin was sweet as mango
When last I held it to my breast

But now we dance this Grim Threadango
And will four years before we rest.


It won't be really dead until four years have passed!


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