On this day in history
a perfect person was killed
who should have lived longer.
A perfect person died in childbirth;
the perfect baby she bore
died even before she did.
Think of all the perfect people
who never grew old. Ones
you knew, ones you’ve only heard of,
and ones whose existence
means nothing to you still
as you march on into your own twilight.
Do you matter as much as they did
for the short time they were here?
How could you know?
Dark Matter 
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