Hannah Rose Priman Poems

I know you're angry, I know you're upset
I know your world seems torn and perplexed
I know there's a side I'd never want to meet
But I know there's kindness left it's buried underneath
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Scattered laughter
Clumps of people
White lines
Pedestrians
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Tally the times it grows, unlike a rose
No scent, just the lingering of a pest
Submerging inside your chest.
One would suggest that seduction is sprouting
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