alan khan
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here EmmaA Poem by alan khani'm waking up on this glorious day the playful sun creeps through the window that time of eastern joy now lost returns to me in the form of lo.. |
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the PlainsA Book by alan khanHot desert sand at his feet, Mork drudged through the endless barren landscape. Blistering sun burning the skin on his body. Covered in layers of dark.. |
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stirring to sleep.A Chapter by alan khanHot desert sand at his feet, Mork drudged through the endless barren landscape. Blistering sun burning the skin on his body. Covered in layers of dark.. |
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birthA Chapter by alan khanMork's head was pounding. But moisture and flavor had returned back to his mouth. The back of his head was damp and his body was layed out flat agains.. |
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meaningless hedonistic eroismA Poem by alan khanthe only person i'll ever be capable of loving is myself. |
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through the thick.A Book by alan khanWhen the gears shifted in the twin turbo supra |
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