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For A Genius Dying Young I have always pointed out That stars are brightest when they've died And that the miracle, that we can still see their light Is precious. A treasure. You burn, not like a candle, not like a comet, You burn like a star. And when your fire ceases Your light will still go on Blessing all of us still under the same night sky— You will be beaming down at us even after we say goodbye. I will take the end of you The flutter that will close your eyes Knowing that everything bright like you Too quickly and too unfairly Departs from us and Dies. Shining, showing, growing soft Dimming, but bright enough a torch To Ill

 I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating. I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came r