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To drink

Said the young woman

Is drowning my sorrows and fear

With liquor and hope

It mixes will with my previously ingested sins


To drink

Said the vibrant corn

Is to startle my insides and stretch upwards

Still hoping to shrink deeper into the soil

Away from the ample green and yellow spears


To drink

Said the dingy coal

Is to transform myself

To create something powerful

To form a necessity


To promise is to anticipate

Said the youthful woman

It is to be dreadful of forgetfulness

Not of oneself but of others


To promise is to say farewell

Said the melancholy corn

It is to be accepting of the future

Not to be disheartened when the time comes


To promise is to affirm

Said the affable coal

It is to be relied on

Not to harm but to help



Songs are ominous

Said the pained young woman

They come from a place of torment

They lyrics can cause pain

But the music can inflict severe harm


Songs are prejudice

Said the vexed corn

They are written for love or heartbreak

The lyrics do not reflect reality

But the music soothes


Songs are for those who yearn for more

Said the arrogant coal

They are for those who desire scrutiny

The concepts in no way emulate their true identity

But only how they are seen through the world’s eye

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