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UNCANNY
A poem arises firmly from my thoughts. 
I can see it reflected in my adversary's mind as well.
 Mine is undeniably poetic, but theirs had an unsettling quality,
Mindful individuals with unusual liabilities!
Those two or three long lines on the forehead are simply lines of expression. (not)
  I do remember their names: Errol, Wayne, and Manny
Those suiters were born deceivers implementing a series of strange plots.
It took women like me years to correct their mistakes.
 Where are they now, lost men without the love of a woman?
I had made it my mission to look into their eyes.
The lines on their foreheads have aged with their bodies.
 An embrace or a touch from them disgusts me.
 They can see the hate as I slowly reject their touch.
I have rewritten those names through the years. 
As Errol transformed into Mr. Uncanny, 
Wayne became the manipulator, 
while Manny took on the role of Pied Piper.
Today, I observed a slight trait with Gen Z. 
They seem overly enthusiastic about catering to the desires of their suitors.
Leaving so many of them with suicidal thoughts, 
Words to the youth of today, 
Protect your emotions carefully.  
Getting a real love reaction is tricky. 
The offspring of those vipers carry their father's DNA.

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