the 1° time i recorded a poem recitation was for a woman named Quincy. i was living in the woods and since it was a warm day, i decided to walk around the house while i tried to voice my best, it always felt scary going out without a headlamp. big spiders move around at night. sky was full of stars and at the 2° time i finished recording my voice a bird started signing. it was unbelievable. it was around midnight, he sang his tune twice and then stopped. then i recorded my voice a 3° time and that was it. my first poem recitation was send through an Instagram chat, for a girl that is not my type not even in 255 metanoias. i like reading her blog. i don't believe much in types but i feel uncomfortable knowing, i'm, as my uncle once said: beyond frugal. it gives me the feeling of being impossible to date someone of my age and 20 year old non-bon-vivant girls are already too young. maybe those dirtbag climbers or girls who scrape old hardware and live among poems. i still recall it by memory

is this Ms. Quincy-adorable-cheeks mailbox?
i gotta a one line poem question letter
it says,
does Ms. Quincy-adorable-cheeks mimics bewitch?