A Faint Coffin of Scents - Interesting things

L. Waker.
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As a weekly tribute to fallen comrade, dear, dear Jupiter, I will now read a bit from one of the lady in the attic's poems :

"
To night,
With rest in your hands,
Waddling through threads of secret memories,
There is no end to you,
As long as the faithful keeps talking,
As long as the name is held fierce,
You will persist in this world,
Ever flickering but holding,
A lightbulb of you,
Restless.
To night,
Hand
Of your palm,
Ever stroking dreams.
Hold still, brother,
For your story remains.
"