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p r o c e s s  n o t e 

I wrote the first draft of this poem in my literary criticism class. It was my last semester of college, and I was inspired by the sublime and the lost object as literary concepts. My mind kept flashing to everyone’s advice about my senior capstone: Write about something you’ll never get tired of. So I imagined writing it about my first love . . . and then wrote a poem instead (:

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