I have collected them over the years
Like shells on a beach
Discarding old ones for new ones
I grew out of or into these dresses
We laughed together
We had flirtatious alterier motives
We sang and danced.
We loved.
We hated.
We were
We are.
and at the door of my closet stands me.
collecting myself
like water in my hands.
whether i be liquid solid or gas i am still transparent.
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