rain

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rain, falling down slow,<br/>open air descends in drops,<br/>dew gathers, lonely<br/><br/>In the desert, wandering, I came across a man, crouching, bestial. He held his heart in his hands, devouring it. I asked him &quot;How is the taste, friend?&quot; and he said, simply &quot;Bitter... It is bitter, but I like it because it is bitter, and because it is my heart.&quot;