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Like fireflies sifting through trees,

her voice and laughter danced

between his lumbering thoughts,

both distracting and attracting him.

He became a piece of paper

she had written a secret upon,

a note folded like origami

then tucked into her pocket.

She knew he knew she knew

as if inscribed across her body;

yet, he was uncertain what words

were even allowed to be spoken.

Still he wonders what was said,

and if anything said remains.