apad 11

[bardiphouka]

Sometimes Life is a border,
There are no guards, no
Homeland Security of the heart.
Each kiss opens the passport
to lead to a land or
anywhere the touch can lead.

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[j-flattermann.livejournal.com]

But sometimes there are fortresses and high, thick walls. Depending on who you find, they are crumbling or in breakable.