Christoph Praus

Freshman - 553 Points (9/6/87 / Ireland)

Bird

But one bird,
Had not misheard,
Likened to a K,
Rake and pent,
A vessel rose,
To Perch,
Upon the day;

When said and done,
Its wings outstretched,
Swallowed in the mire,
What black, fell heart,
Rose up in song,
Burning with unholy fire.

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