My hair is falling out and my face is growing darker.
I looked at her and I wondered why everything was passing by so slow.
She looked at me and with a mirror marked Death, she threw it into the ocean;
and she never looked back-not at me or my good soul-or for what it's worth, anything.
For that matter, she never looked back because she couldn't.
Ugliness is a virtue-and I'm God's greatest talent.