The floor is crumbling,
and I can't run enough supports under it
to give me the time to find a solution.
I'm going to need your help.
This floor, it falls.
It may be all in my head.
But down it goes,
and my moral along with it.
I got the help with those supports.
The floor does still have room on which to stand.
And the smell of the earth below
is beautiful.
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