let me free

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a wanderer's pLight
is that she will always bE
resTless.
I am always humming
like a Muttering bee
sEarching for nectar
yet unsatisfied and consumed by greed
For honey and a golden home
foreveR wondering
wherE I should be
and whEn I will stop looking for it.

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