精选英文小诗：My Soul

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　　Sometimes
　　When I feel like I'm going to fall apart
* E% g# y) f' S' O0 o　　I hold my ribs， all the way around，
　　Both sides.
# w  T" P( U! w! d, M　　My ribs hold me together，
　　Like glue.
　　They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
　　They keep my soul from escaping and
; V/ K( b% C+ c$ n6 W  T2 \0 y: l　　Leaving me， grounded.
9 H5 S2 a* O  ?% ^* P1 a　　I hold brightness and shadows in
' A; T' \$ B0 P, h　　The hollow where my ribs meet.
% b* s+ J. |% Y　　I hold them there in the memories
　　Of slow， sorrowful music and
$ _+ A6 v6 k) u) d' ?　　Porch steps.
# K- v1 T* Y% }. E　　I hold my ribs， until I feel solid.
0 q/ r" t# {7 P2 ~. ], {　　Until my legs are tree trunks and
- b, p6 O/ l0 r1 Q, Q6 d. U8 `　　My fingers are fruit.
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