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I like a small hut
Away of hustle bustle
Where I can live
Can see stars shine when sleep
Small work giving
Money for food and living
Lots of talks with innocent villagers
I wonder is it a small dream or big?
Living in city surrounded
By buildings doors shut
So called responsibilities
And mandate of fake relationships
Trying to compete with expectations
Tears in eyes looking out of window
I wonder was it a small dream or big that I had?
Poem is on perspectives of living

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