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Silence of the Fried Rice
Under the muted streetlights, a cart stands,
its fragrant whispers trailing the night.
Eyes scan the flickering screen,
waiting for words that never arrive.The sizzle fades into distant echoes,
as fingers trace the cold metal edge.
In the quiet, memories linger,
as all that's left is a silent past.