alan khan
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a standoffA Chapter by alan khanpulp |
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the iceA Poem by alan khanoutside that door that frigid transparent door. is snow. where the ice will cling to my toes. and my feet. and my ankles. and the spit aroun.. |
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a declaration of the experimentA Poem by alan khanthis is the beginning. for as long as i have lived, this hypothesis and formula and need to boil lay like a splinter in the festered backm.. |
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