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A Dozen Tiny Legs

The surface level was at eye view
A dozen tiny legs walked the playground
Turning naive violence to innocence
With a plot twist of bored nuisance

Did they ever land the thought
Of some jealous friendship
and uncovered longing for
What makes them who they are

Her Pandan Latte has turned cold
Cold as her adolescent drive
For a chat with the boy she likes
Without his horny underpinnings

She was among those lovely legs
Unrecognized herself of her power
Over the world, where the boy begs
For a first kiss atop a hidden tower

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Like Ten Years

Like Ten Years
(A Love Song Unsung with The Words of Brett Anderson)
By Fanz Hugo

Like kids
Like refugees
Like a thousand you-and-mes
Like friendships
And well-done fish and chips

Like trash
And chemistries
Like dog man stars
Like we’re he-and-shes
Like ten years of hit and miss

Like fools
And tools
Like winter sons and sisters
Like relationships
And their still warm guns

Like ten years
Such as from
2005 to 2015
You and me, we’re
No longer where we’ve been

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A Girl’s Gone in a Dream on January 10, 2014

A Girl’s Gone in a Dream on January 10, 2014
by Fanz Hugo

Last night I had a dream.
In a neat hotel room,
for the time or date is irrelevant,
I found the utmost peace of mind.

I was laid low and couldn’t see
beyond the window.
But out of ridiculous confidence
I know what I’d see.

A quiet urban community,
wide streets with shadowing trees,
the sky azure –
oh that I can be sure.

A dozen children
running on the square;
a shy boy reading alone,
too amused to care.

The protagonist’s one and only love,
a smiling girl who likes grey doves,
was walking towards the crossroad,
where the antagonist was waving to her,

with a large bunch of roses to hold.
The rest is irrelevant now,
since it always ends with a bow.
Then she’s gone.

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