The seed I sowed, a fragile bloom,
Now takes its shape, defying gloom.
An imitation, a subtle art,
Of patterns etched within my heart.

Their words, a echo, soft and low,
A melody I once did know.
A twist, a turn, a newfound grace,
A touch of me, in time and space.

A shared laugh, a silly jest,
Now reverbs, put to someone's test.
Their lips now curl, a mimicry,
Of humor born, from you and me.

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