Fruit ThievesFrom Paraphrase Smells like Overripe, sticky juices dripping down your forearms. Sour passionfruit and green vines calling out. Tastes like a tiny victory. In other words An ode to those that wouldn't think of stealing except for perhaps a forgotten, perfectly ripe fruit. Long reach over a neighbor's fence. A reminder how little of all this anyone actually owns. We are part of it all too so let the sugars vibrate your bones and the sour pucker twist