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	poetry about love love: st. patrick's day i was kneeling at my locker when he asked me to stupid prom, his eyes (the color of golf course ponds) puncturing my skin, again and again, jackrabbit hole punches. The corners of my face exploded into confetti as I said poetically, "yeah." --cherrygirl9104