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Too volatile1, am I? too voluble? too much a word-person?
I blame the soup: I'm a primordially2 stirred person. Two pronouns and a vehicle was Icarus with wings. The apparatus3 of his selves made an ab- surd person. The sound I make is sympathy's: sad dogs are tied afar. But howling I become an ever more un- heard person. I need a hundred more of you to make a likelihood. The mirror's not convincing—— that at-best in- ferred person. As time's revealing gets revolting, I start looking out. Look in and what you see is one unholy The only cure for birth one doesn't love to contemplate5. Better to be an unsung song, an unoc- curred person. McHugh, you'll be the death of me —— each self and second studied! Addressing you like this, I'm halfway6 to the third person. 点击收听单词发音
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