So...someone gave me this word and told me what it means and...iit just blew me and inspired me to write something...so yeah. Ignore.
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Acacia
It’s of dark pools of lust
and of dread
But I keep you, I tread
the thin line
Because
You
Are
Mine.
You told me so —
Acacia wasn’t it?
And it’s red on red
pale on bronze
bronze on heat
and I melt
For
I
Am
Yours.
Acacia,
You said.
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