My friends are vultures
They stalk and ascend the winding stairs,
The tower illuminated with soft sun.
It is a warped dream
One that leaves me
Confused
Bewildered
Yearning
Lady says,
“Stop.Your palindromes are too long,
The tailor can fix them.”
My Hebrew is scarred
I speak with a weak throat
No one hears me
As I croak
“Who is to fix me?”
-EA
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