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I can think of only one other poet,3-4 at most, who have submitted their work on this site over the past few months, that are in the same league as you. Your talent is immense and self-evident.
Stand on the sidewalkwith a cup of warm soup, curry, the color of wheat in late August, and let yourselfbe seen. It’s the currencyof the street. Wear nothing or everything you own. It doesn’t matter. They’ll devouryou with their eyes,