I had restraints and reservations earlier
But being drunk helps
Half of my mind is probably trying to justify
Of a rain storm causing them to fall off anyway
But, the other half knows
It was not my garden to take from
It's morning, I have eaten the half I had kept aside, half drunk
Half eaten, I just ate the other half
It is so unlike me, I have never stolen, since the age of three
Yet this, these were beautiful though
I had watched them grow for weeks, they are tasty now
I had jumped and tugged, to pick one
The methodical precision stands to reason
I enacted what I wanted to, under the premise of alcohol
And now it has partially worn off
Maybe I will leave a note the week after
To the bungalow owner, whose tree I reached from under
Leave a tiny sum, and an apology
This is not me, This is travesty
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