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Westward Peace
When he leaves
It takes everything in me
To not follow
If he can’t lead
So far east
That the sun too flees
From mornings of sorrow
For westward peace
And it soothes to be held
To be loved like I am someone else
Still the fool, never quelled
Loving him as I should myself
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Madi Bowers
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