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Let's wait....
Let's wait...
For butterfly to fly away!

Away away
It is gone!
So is my gun

I noticed the floor
Rum soaking floor!
Ignorant I am about what happened
That made the floor so roughened

With my dreadlocks, the floor be mopped
You support as I flopped

Flopped the floor
My dreadlocks now down the floor
The rum remains...
The floor now weeps

A heavenly hell!
The floor swell
Its weeping tears,
My heart, it tears.

The floor weeps
We all bleeds
Will God sleep?
Let Love lead

The shots meet
Quills now on scripts
It's all free
We don see

The floor bleeds
Though the tiles seep
But the quills, quietly
They squeaked

Bleeding sickness!
The floor now in mess
The floor needs a doctor
Jig! Be its doctor

"Oh injection spree
No rejection please
No revenge on me
Only messed with thee"
Gone Jig
With his gang

Quills arched on silly cupid's bow
They fly untrue in whole
How unkind!
The quills find the heart and not the mind!

contributors: Laykorn Donifez Yuzjet Jigsawkillah Emaculate99 Firsstar

Haha. Emaculate99, you compiled this thing? Joseph1832 and timpaker, come and see what we just did.

llaykorn:
Haha. Emaculate99, you compiled this thing? Joseph1832 and timpaker, come and see what we just did.

editing by Doni and I

timpaker:
Speechless!!!

How did you guys do it?

Honestly, I'm words-choked.

I feel happy reading this I swear.

*Bookmarked

someone posts a stanza and the other continues it, just like that sha. more to come. The editors are working on the other poems.