Neither longing for someone, nor restless for a soul, nor waiting for a face I once called home.
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Neither longing for someone,nor restless for a soul,nor waiting for a faceI once called home. When the rain begins its wild procession,when the sky grows heavy with sorrow,I ask for nothing—nothing, and nothing more. I have grown tired of promises,of...