The Ghost of a 90s Fast-Food Restaurant

By Saywisely

1 min read Mar 14, 2025
The teal and purple, jagged lines,
The strange and geometric designs.
The plastic booths in faded red,
The silent words that were not said.

This building's now some other thing,
But I still hear the fryer sing.
And see the ghost of my own youth,
In search of some convenient truth.

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