The Taste 12 Years Pure
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First, beauty, poured out into an abundance, like an ocean. Misted with the silver smiths sparkles shimming off the ripple of every sweet word. Over powering as the breath of a mighty wind, blowing the blades of grass among a vast field of hill sides, all lying wait for the rain to ponder its presence among the breasts of this dove. Only them who is One has such beauty to bestow upon such...I stand in awe. Graces of gold adorn the head of honey upon her countenance, aligned with the placement of two rose petals dipped in pure fragrances, shimming as rubies. Placed just below the windows of heaven, tinted in blue sapphires, forever looking to their Creator. All set upon a vessel made of cedar, lilies and precious jewels, complimented by the scent of Eden in the Spring time. He has purified her to the same freshness.
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