Peter Wallace

The smallest of details matter

I see when you two connect

The one and the three

Thirteen

B

I saw you glance past the lens

You lit up inside

You looked down and filled in the spaces

You showed me what you wrote

B, the two dots

One on top, one on bottom

A B becomes thirteen

So sweet, no scary

You two connect and I see when you do

You look back at the lens and I think your handwriting is so nice

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