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Dunblane

March came in like a madman.

Patches of darker grey when we believed

the pewter sky was solid, of a piece,

and our private heartache

would save us.

Stars we gazed upon that cold night

a reminder how fleeting

small lives. In the vast

classroom of the universe,

we’re forced to kneel

and tremble, the sky

not finished with us.