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Armi and Turk were best friends, growing up in the same household, spending everyday together. They were close like brothers, determined that together they could accomplish everything. That was until 1915. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Note: this is written for entertainment, and is in no way politically charged. The topic addressed is of a sensitive nature, and political comments will be removed. I try to be as historically accurate as I can. If you have any feedback, comments, etc, please do give them! I really appreciate any and all comments on my work :) Cover is a placeholder.

This is a poem i wrote about the Armenian Genocide which lasted from April 24 1915-1917.