alan khan
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smack that bootyA Poem by alan khanshe watching at mefrom across the starry floor.and i said look at hershe wants this night for sure.her hairs is blackand it reaches to her shoulder.ev.. |
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savage.A Poem by alan khanthe scars. run like snakes.through his skin.they mold a layer of thick armor around him.the clothes hug tight, but still give room for air.the hair in.. |
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elA Poem by alan khanpins.needles.those things slide down my throat.rope through the breakfast and taste a barrel.a barrel with a hollow tip bottom.the bang will be loud. .. |
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antonio and amanda.A Story by alan khanpart 1. |
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i do not want to understand.A Poem by alan khanmiles and milesof pipeline gone now.the sun now sits next to mesharing with me the secrets of a universe.he speaks in a tongue foreign,foreign to this.. |
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an owl.A Story by alan khani was taking the back road to check out a supposed haunted farm hidden away deep within the woods. clinton road always gave promise of spooky s**t, bu.. |
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i enjoy the misery.A Poem by alan khanemo s**t |
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b*****s.A Poem by alan khanthe s**t you ought to let go of.sticks to you.maybe against your will...maybe according to your will.but that which feeds off your sanityand souland f.. |
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what is it son?A Story by alan khan"father i wish to write."the withered soldier, layed down the glasses form his face, and turned to his son, standing in fron the fire. "well grab some.. |
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