As free a soul as she may be
With a few she aspires trysts
As unfettered her mind may be
With some she remains prejudiced

As resurgent her self-respect may be
She shuns it to please one in a million
As much as her self drives her decisions
With some, she gladly takes the pillion

As cringe-worthy she finds banalities
She does cherish a quixotic gesture or two
For she may have built her own into a fortress
Her tunnels are still open to a few

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