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Posted on April 25, 2012April 25, 2012 by Carly-Jay Metcalfe

The sound of war planes

bearing down before you can see them,

cuts me to the bone.

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matt at shadow of iris says:

May 11, 2012 at 4:15 pm

… and these days the pilots are deep underground, the planes, robot drones …

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  May 11, 2012 at 9:00 pm
  
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