Push me and my petals fall
distraction is an uncountable noun
They praise, they adore, they marvel
do you want to be god
do you desire to be looked upon
were you winged to be worshipped
Do they feed your soul
do they nourish your roots
do they glorify your presence
Do I cuddle you to bed
do I boost your ego
do I comb your mane and perhaps
sing you a lullaby
"Do not make do"
march with no artificial dignity
dance with no justifications
the world shall be mine
the world shall be yours
and the world shall be ours
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