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May 2015
My sweet mountain girl
With your eyes of dirt,
Let me roll around in them.
Let me run my fingers through the vines
You grew so long
And then cut away.

I'm dizzy from the grapes we pressed;
The plague of these green hills.
Devin Tinnin
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Devin Tinnin  Petaluma, ca
(Petaluma, ca)   
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