ALONE AS THE MILES AND CRUELTIES FLY BY FACED WITH VISAGES TOO HORRID TO BEAR AND EYES AVERTED FROM MY SIGHT. WISHING THEIR GLANCE WOULD TURN ME TO STONE I FIND NOT THAT SWEET RELIEF. I KNOW THE MILE MARKERS AHEAD AND THE AWFUL THINGS THEY WILL SPEAK OF. I SEE CARVED IN THEIR STONE WHAT LOSSES THEY WILL HERALD. MY LOVES AND JOYS, MY VERY ABILITY TO EARN MY WAY LAID WASTE. ALONE ON THIS WICKED RIDE.
ALONE THESE RAVAGES OF TIME.
ALONE. #BOOKOFAUGUSTO #ALONE
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