With thought, I can have the earth & moon share sur-fa-ces
U inspire collisions too, desks & faces, I'm a word-smith-bitch
It's show and prove, Too much noise but not enough walking
With no intent to help the deaf I let my fingers do the talking
Read this and weep kids, at my weakest I'm still defeat-less
U could be on a plane typing, ur verses still couldn't peak this
Every concept has either been stretched, recycled or reworded
And only the great know it and can admit they r hardly perfect
But just know that when I lose my train of thought and tail off
Excluding me, everyone above is exactly what fails are made of!
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