By Loneliness is condescending •
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this reminds me of a person's body...ok maybe i am insane but the "old wind sliding down empty streets" reminds me of breathing and 'ageing stones' reminds me of bones, the unnoticed wear i dunno but im sure it fits, and 'playful gusts' like laughter or something else, your heart locked in the closet of your ribcage i know it may be way off and all but to be honest i didnt even think about it thats what i saw, i have mixed feelings about this one
wow lost i love the way you thought of this poem...i think that had she/he been going for that it would make a really good poem about ageing..i loved it regardless but nice anology lost