What I do here
Sometimes
Feels like

Humming undetected
on a wooded path

Singing full-throated
in a crowded hall

Snoring obnoxiously
with the window open

Screaming defiantly
into a pillow

Belching rudely
in gentle company

Feels like
Sometimes
What I do here
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