Sep 2017
Maybe I mistook
love
for being drunk
on the abundance
of heart beats
that kept on beating
intoxicating
my sobriety
blurring my
thinking
love
for being drunk
on the abundance
of heart beats
that kept on beating
intoxicating
my sobriety
blurring my
thinking
(Beirut, Lebanon)
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