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Through porcelain eyes, they would watch and wait

as I sat and played with them til quite late.

Their dead, cold hearts were very still,

but for me, many lonely hours were filled.



Quietly they stepped through hazy grey veils,

My conversations they would never tell.

Gallently they marched, uncumbered by time or space,

Yet I felt secure as I watched each face.



Though few in number, they were mighty in power,

stayed beside me through each horrendous hour.

Their chains were broken as were their porcelain masks,

but how to keep them near me was an awesome task.



Though shattered in many places, yet remaining unbroken,

I wanted them to recall each word I had spoken.

Warmth replaced coldness on each precious face,

Could they in some way help bad memories to erase?



Quiet emotions filled their now beating hearts,

I knew with no doubt they would never part.

They breathed, moved felt as I became one of them.

Even though chances of keeping them were physically slim.



They had become a part of me, would always be there,

I knew there were more things we would secretly share.

My dolls were my friends, they knew all about my life.

Lonely days alone and the mentally crushing strife.



I couldn't let them be placed on a cold dark shelf,

For when I thought of them, it was like thinking of myself.

I still needed them near me no matter what society said.

Without my dolls, I might as well be dead.



They've helped me through dark nights of fear.

That was many years ago but I still hold them near.

They've remained a part of me only a few people know,

And the curly haired little girl who couldn't let them go.