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Pumping legs into the azure,
O’r mountains of snow and rock,
O’r the lush valley below.
Sweat dripping, hands clenched,
Thin cord strung to a wooden plank.
Legs bending, back and forth,
Lungs gasping as I fly.
Seven times seven, as fresh mountain air inhaled.
Wondering if after seven times seven,
I could soar as the hawks or the jays?
Or would I crumple? A boulder colliding with the ground;
A meteor splintered.
Bones snapping, pine’s lashing.
Seven times seven; I’m not afraid.
But, in our cabin above the valley,
They’re yelling, and she screams.
The blows fall; I cringe, heart flutters rapid.
Pushing my legs forward and back,
Seven times seven, how long can she survive?
Each fight’s more grim.
Seven minutes, then she’s crying, and wounded;
I wash away the blood.
Bandage and set the bones beneath purpled orchid skin.
She says to forgive seven times seven,
But, my hate has increased sevenfold;
His fists mutilate her each time.
Seven-years trapped up here,
But, in seven-days we’ll run.
No more soaring, no more crystal skies,
For seven times seven,
For her life and mine.
I must steal her away —
Not to die with each sip of his rye.
We’ll lose ourselves,
Seven times seven million miles away.
He’ll never find us — not in his forty-nine years.
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