Citrus Traps

CUT FRUIT

Lighter than the breeze; butterfly wings. Scent on a shelf, vibrant their color.

Fir faced, little moonbeam in the day.  Like a fog they consume your sight.

Hush! Concrete the secret, damn fool! Dock Your Self.

Canteen the coffee when hunting the butterfly.

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