a poem about the squank i cry from sadness frustration confusion i cry like a baby or someone whose family died in a tornado i recommend crying cry and sob sober while writing a novel i enjoy saying ”you like talking to yourself, don’t you” alone in the woods
cryptid in july poetry day 15, the squank
cryptid in july poetry day 15, the squank
cryptid in july poetry day 15, the squank
a poem about the squank i cry from sadness frustration confusion i cry like a baby or someone whose family died in a tornado i recommend crying cry and sob sober while writing a novel i enjoy saying ”you like talking to yourself, don’t you” alone in the woods