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he stands unsteadily , with frail form and legs infantile in their movement . sickness takes until it can take nothing more , and so tanjuro suffers the curse of WEAKNESS . his locomotives are clouded , hazed in their actions , but his mind is CLEAR . transparent , rippleless , like an untouched spring in the wilderness . he meditates for extended amounts of time on his THOUGHTS , but wastes none when he decides to speak them into the open air . ❛ do not stop your LOVING , tanjiro . do not stop for ANYTHING . ❜ / @coalgod
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like this for a lyrical starter while i waste away in study hall
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❛ you will become the GOD OF FIRE . ❜ follow, don’t reblog, to interact with a private tanjuro kamado of k*imetsu no y*aiba. all writing material and headcanons belong to me. penned and characterized by nat. DO NOT FOLLOW IF WE ARE NOT MUTUALS ON @lengoku.
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