A composite of memories

She keeps in her purse

A picture of herself

When she was young and thin

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On her keychain is a keepsake

From an old lover

She can't quite let go of

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Everything she wears

Is a well chosen memory

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That spark of light in her

eyes is from the first time

she found herself dancing

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And that ball of healing energy

she holds in her palm

was a gift from an old friend

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Her dress

Woven from failed affairs

Patterned by mistakes

Looks good on her

She wears it well

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Her smile

Never changed her

or gave her away

Probably the only memory

From childhood she keeps

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She is made up entirely

from her memories

and sets about eagerly

making more