The thief of joy
Here he comes
when the platter I lay
isnt full or many
But for my neighbour, oh
She barely has space
At the end of the day
I haven't slept a wink
But my platter lay
dusty and empty
Only tears left to taste
Peering through the dust
with eyes just as caverned
My neighbour sighs
"She's eaten her platter, when will I?"
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Author:
Edgar_NiyaPoe (
Online) - Published: March 3rd, 2026 03:58
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