works by william pham, 2005-present
the iron in my song I will be your innkeeper if you will be my custom and I will stretch into the dark to protect you from the knight who dreams himself into a Don Quixote shining through the grand mythology of his coarse and bitter hands. And I will be your merchantman if you will be my tender tenderly exchanging words with the curvature of my ear telling me all the foreign tales I could not hear inside of you and please allow your collarbone to bring me slowly to your sleep. My coarse and bitter hands I could not hear inside of you
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