Bliss

by Erica   Apr 14, 2009


I can not touch
I can not feel
I can not make desires real
But there is much
That I can steal
If I survive off sex appeal

With all their love
And all their hate
Anything that I can take
I'm too far gone
And it's too late
I live in bliss that I create

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