My two days equals one billions of your revolutions. 
You have melted me, 

and you have poured violence. 

Violence…rage through the platinums. 

Milkshakes and cupcakes…all along my obscene skull, 

I am being floated by minefields and plastic evolutions…

There’s continuum before… there’s continuum after, 

I am expanding with lights of unshaped kids. 

I too am responsible for filling the space.

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