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Everyday, we see it. It comes in candle wicks, dancing. It comes in cigarettes, glowing cherry red, pulsing on the end and then wistfully trailing downwards. It comes in bombs, and guns, and politics It comes in rage, and betrayal, and heartbreak It even comes from within ourselves. And we are scared. Everyday, we try to put it out. We snuff the candle, watching it suffocate. We toss the butts, grinding them into pavement, savoring the last kiss of nicotine before it leaves. We attack to be right, we shoot to be seen, and we deny to be important We scream to be heard, we fight to break others, we harden to protect our youth We hide what i

    It's... a little hard to believe, really. Everything seems so dragged out, even though I keep expecting you to come back. Every day I expect a call, or you to run in with Erma on your shoulders, Emit running around your feet begging for a turn.     The kids miss you. You should see how big they've gotten. Emit's always bragging about how tall he is to Erma. Sometimes I think she'll just up and sock him strait in the mouth. I wonder if you miss them. If you even can...     I try to be a good mom. I really do. But they hate me sometimes. I know I promised to take care of him for you when the time came, but I think Erma is jealous. She s