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July 16th, 2012 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A hounding color, silver's lesser sister
Has a breath along the way, a cease.
This public chariot yields a final pause
Like Schubert did in older annuals.
But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner:
And its travels are Frosted in path.
So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest.
And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.
[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]
Feel free to solve it yourself.
Has a breath along the way, a cease.
This public chariot yields a final pause
Like Schubert did in older annuals.
But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner:
And its travels are Frosted in path.
So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest.
And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.
[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]
Feel free to solve it yourself.