(this is about a certain young lady named Rose Giacomino of MSU-Billings.)
Hiding behind hedgerows of stone cold
Obviously you had grown bold
But the game is now old
You wish not to wait
Instead choosing your own fate
Weary and sick,
I no longer like this
So when through
I will truly say
your name no more
The sun will rise
I will say
your name never more
Trampling your namesake
Your as cold as a snake
Rather then the blossoms
of your namesake
And I am free
Coz your name
I say no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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