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Of fairy tales and 
future fakes, 
We twist our limbs until 
they break

We force the fit of 
gown and gold 
We try to do as we are told

But all our stories lost 
their way 
And all our stories end 
today

We’ve had a sigh, a single pause 
We’ll start again with 
“once there was – “

Waya Gallardo
Waya Gallardo
Waya Gallardo is a writer and former nurse. She took up Creative Writing at the University of the Philippines in Diliman, and has written for theater and film. She won first place in the Fully Booked Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards for comics along with her sister Lala for “The Mad, Sad, but True Adventures of Hikagirl.” She is a survivor of both breast cancer and crushing homesickness, and is glad to be back after six years away in the United States.

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