karlsruhe

i once kissed a boy with a ring in his nose. right through the middle.

he was german and spoke broken english. his name was alex and he smiled like a kid.

i swear i saw him again.
on the other end of the world.
on the streets of san francisco.
but maybe my imagination played a pretty little trick on me.

then again,
maybe not.

thoughts?

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