Tainted Admirations

an illusion

a mirage 

of a soul

i believed

could intertwine with mine.

to build a star, 

and quite possibly

contrive a piece of magic.

But alas, 

i cannot see

the fire through 

a glass;

it is a mirror

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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