Ticket Stubs

Crammed together
So many musicians
All singing their songs
Voices bled out of block letters
And each note
Ricocheted against the glass
They all gather here
Nightly, rioting ghosts
Memories crowded the stage
Forever young, I pressed
Myself against the glass
Traced their outlines
In perforated edges of ticket stubs

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