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 — [abbr=tags]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]finally, he couldn't hold back his tears. a pitiful little noise left him, coming from the back of his throat like he had been keeping it inside of him for days. tears welled in his eyes and his ears pinned back for what felt like the millionth time that day. god, he was tired. so, so tired, and so, so warm.