The train of lies

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I say I won't touch you .
But my fingers are liars.

I tell you how I won't hold you .
But my arms are going to hell .

I promise I won't kiss you.
But my lips break it .

I let you know that I won't love you.
But my heart has no conscience.

And no parts of me will apologize.

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