Ani Khachoyan
anik77@ucla.edu
Imagine it so close to red,
Denial of a death
Exists in the heart.
Surrounds the celestial sky’s.
Of all the justice in the world, the
Father sacrificed it all.
Mourning is all you will hear on this day.
Acting comes along with the fame, Brutus be thy witness.
Regret of actions not taken,
Content with an ever-diminishing scent.
How can I even begin to explain the things you will see
Along the vertical line where I pin the ink?
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