A young chap lingers, eyes aglow,
the city hums, its currents slow.
A chalkboard leans by the narrow door,
its promise written, nothing more:
Today’s special — pure Wagyu flame,
a milk bar’s charm, a bygone name.
Off Collins Street where footsteps blend,
the scent of grills on breezes bend.
He watches still, unsure to choose,
a fleeting world he cannot lose.
In neon haze, the sign shines true
a simple feast, yet wholly new.
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