Yo bro dap me up
Our palms slap, fingers lock
But your eyes are glass
Empty as the gun's click
In my other hand
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Author:
Phoud Gai (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written after responding to a call that reminded me how quickly friendship can shatter. As an EMT, we often witness the aftermath of choices that can't be undone. A man shot his friend in the leg after a poker game.
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Great write
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