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Small town, New Hampshire
The edge of the air is cold
I found the answers here
We watched her mother
The deadweight of her smile
And prayed she’d find her peace
The bronze inside her eye
Begets another time
When she still had a dress
To hang her hopes on
Our bed held secrets
A window to what might be
And so we built a fort
The dread of leaving
Our children at the yard
That they might not make friends
Our daughter’s shining eye
Suggests another time
When she will have a dress
To hang her hopes on
We climbed up a shallow mountain
Catch a glimpse of God
She thought that we might have found him
When we reached the top
We drove six hours
And wished we were still up there
She knows I love her
And that’s why she gets scared
The fear of growing old
The blue inside her eye
Screams, yes this is our time
She’s wearing out the dress we hang our hopes on
