Rockstars
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Concluida mié, jun 11, 2014<5 mins
A poem about rockstars,they're there alright,but they always seem so distant. out of reach, a figment of imagination, wanted by many, only one can win the gold. they glamorize for us, put on a show. everyone's not so naive, even with flaws i still love my rockstars.
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