I DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT ☆ poet

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]his ears immediately tilted back against his skull and he seemed to, somehow shrink. he didnt want to think about that. he didn't want to think about how one day the fevers would overwhelm him and his body would give up on him. it probably scared him more then it scare wormwood. it was himself, after all. "please don't.." his voice was so incredibly small that it almost wasn't audible. "i dont want to think about that.."