alan khan
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early morning questionsA Story by alan khanthis morning a bird decided to sit right outside my window. in my sleep i heard a sweet song, and endlessly unplanned series of chrips and tweets. its.. |
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you are nothing.A Poem by alan khantoday i walked to and fro the end of blades. i gazed upon the endlessly late and rotten stars. and i told my self to hold myseelf for .. |
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nicenessA Poem by alan khanlate at night. hugged by black and cold. held together by insanity. i come into contact with lone kindness. the pleasentness. uncond.. |
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sing to me a crow like dream. my love.A Story by alan khani run through the dead weight of living bodies and dart through the moving traffic. careful relaxation guiding my frenzied feet. ten mintues before.. |
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and he cant help to be sorry.A Poem by alan khanhe's already given away what last thread of life he had to hold onto. he's already embraced the filthy night time dust. he still .. |
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da cellularA Poem by alan khanshe gives me p***y. over the phone. we miles away. so many miles away. and the nation seperating doesnt do well to encourage love. but.. |
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a hardcore taleA Story by alan khananother story in the hardcore tales saga. same character. the porn star badass. |
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a filthy unadulterated motherfucking badass.A Poem by alan khani'm easy and stepping through you like breeze. the blood clinging to the hairs of my hand itch. my unevenly buzzed head with gray patches .. |
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the milfA Story by alan khanher name...well let's just call her milf. milf owns a used bookstore. when i first moved into this boring a*s f*****g town i had nothing to do. being .. |
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c**k teaseA Story by alan khanwe were watching braveheart. she didn't like the movie. i didn't care...for the two years i;ve been kissing this girls a*s i hadn;t known her to like .. |
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