Lips Salted News Today

Factories or cutting sugarcane to earn a new life for us. my cousins and i now scouting the same stars of skyscrapers or palms waiting for time to stop and begin again when rain falls, washes its way through river or street back to the sea. no matter what anthem we sing, weve all walked barefoot and bare souled among the dive of seagulls cries. weve offered our sorrows up to the sea, our lips salted with the same spray of wind. we have memories of regrets like stones in our hands that we just