poet living new hampshire
the unwitting mistakes. i don’t have any respect. rain crushes me down a cancer time to upcycle, sell what i can of skeleton and essence.
By tucker sampson3 years ago in Poets
you're going out the truth. you want to be alone. i'm going with you. we have to go. you go ahead. i'm sorry. you should write it?
it's just the wind. you mean they're lying? i was hoping to be a long wait. i'm gonna be fine. and i know where you are.
you can write a report. you can't do it. i'm not all wrong. did you? i was a girl. and the rest of it? we should have a talk with you.
cut that a threat? and i'm going alone. i'm sorry, what? i'm going to go out to dinner parties. the authority i can do it.
what are we celebrating? you can meet her? i am determined. i'm not going anywhere. i'm not going anywhere tonight. i'm not going to, i'm not going back.
you can go mister winter. i'm sure you'd be welcomed by the way. i'm going home now. we don't want anything between us?
and i'm gonna laugh tomorrow night. i'm afraid i'm taken. this has nothing in return. it's your call. i can't seem determined bunch.
i'm going to go away. do we really — should get cracking. we have not exactly quarrelled. what did the doctor say? i can get out now.
By tucker sampson4 years ago in Poets
what do you mean? you don't really know anything about this? i don't know why you do that? and you can be proud indeed.
i stole that title from someone i stole the name from two people really. everyone sells out eventually. wait till i get mine they think.