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Water runs down the wall; it must be coming from upstairs.                                                                                                                                                 Make it stop! My calls have been ignored. I live on the lowest floor; there is only going up. The      ceiling              caves                     inward                             before                                                              I take any action.                                  Under my bed I fashion temporary shelter from the                                  cataclysmic reaction                     between water and                                  dry                                                                          wall. The dust settles. I feel for my face,                                                                cuts and bruises.                                                                      I am safe,                                                              But under my bed                                                                  I am trapped.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
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Water runs down the wall; it must be coming from upstairs.                                                                                                                                                 Make it stop! My calls have been ignored. I live on the lowest floor; there is only going up. The      ceiling              caves                     inward                             before                                                              I take any action.                                  Under my bed I fashion temporary shelter from the                                  cataclysmic reaction                     between water and                                  dry                                                                          wall. The dust settles. I feel for my face,                                                                cuts and bruises.                                                                      I am safe,                                                              But under my bed                                                                  I am trapped.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
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