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How is it suppose
to be,
versus how it can be….

Another fork in a
road, and I turn left
instead of straight,
I prune a branch from
the tree
of my life,
to grow new branches,
Its fruit and leaves
of different colors,
the fruit bitter sweet.

But it is not for new
colors or fruit,
but for
new areas
of growth.