Through love and emotion, tows a seeable thing

Through love and emotion tows a seeable thing,
a taller less gradual pumping force.
Will you make me out, a hammer on
the shifts of men who are not writers.
Still the future is the future.
None of that stands as chance to this.
If none of them then let me come.
I will have it when it shakes and has it home.
To all the comforts of a none forgot,
give me grace and a ton of beauty.
And Mel it back, for four in futures.
Clem and may forever after.

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