Raphael Cabot - Law Professor °l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l°l||l° Count the lights on empty souls. Quietly behind the doors, oh, bleeding us just for fun. Men of power telling lies, shifty hands and thirsty eyes, and they can smell your fear like blood. Oh, my…
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