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Apr 2015
This house is no home
This town has no roads
Don't ever think this is permanent for me
And we can fake it until the summer comes
Because I have been dizzy since my death.

My spirit still goes.
Devin Tinnin
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Devin Tinnin  Petaluma, ca
(Petaluma, ca)   
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