Redo (O.C.D.)

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My hand is racing,

to keep rewriting

then start erasing,

but my hand is hurting.


To keep rewriting,

then I tore my paper in two,

my mind is racing,

then it grew.


Then I tore my paper in two,

bound by my own expectations,

I don't want to redo,

but my limitations.


Bound by my own expectations,

then start erasing,

always needing affirmations,

my hand is racing.


January 26th / 27th , 2016 . 

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