A Mood Apart

to the burned and then rebuilt memories
To the useless words before it was getting late
(in all that, where did our lovely irony was?)

To get away with the umpteenth quotes,
with the black and white reportage of our interior wars
To this and other defeats

Without realizing what I lost and who I am



Credits
Writer(s): Tommaso Sensidoni, Saverio Paiella, Matteo Luciani, Leonardo Mori, Stefano Bellerba
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