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The Real

What is air
I scarce breath
I miss the smell of you

Babe

I miss the touch of you
Who holds my heart

Empty
I miss the taste
Of love

The want

I miss all of you
You don't know what goes through my head
People such as you can't exist or else magic would be real

I miss the magic

The real
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
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