It’s Monday,
And I am heading north,
Leaving you behind.
The hungry mind,
Confined by silly heart,
Denied of its freedom.
Another pretty face.
I drink to all the nights to come.
To all the people.
To those who carry me through days.
Without faith.
Without faith.
Without faith
© Copyright: Ирина Алексеева-Сафонова, 2019
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