Tectonics

She hardly speaks, but when she does, she makes the ground I stand on tremble.  I can feel the vibrations of the way she whispers my name.  She drifts into my thoughts, shifting into my mind throughout the day.

I remember nothing before we collided.  The only world I know is the one she’s shaped.

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