my life in ruins

so old is my soul
such as the stone on my right
such as the stone on my left
We touch, they're cold
we touch, I'm warm
I'm alive
but am I really living?
sometimes us dolls are not only old
we're broken and forget we have hearts
we forget we have souls
only in ancient places such as this
we remember the past
and redeem ourselves.

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