This is a poem.

This is what it looks like.
This is what it sounds like.
Sometimes it might rhyme,
But it might not every time,
Like right now.

Onto the next stanza,
Or the next verse.
Call it whatever you like.
Nothing really matters in life.
This is filler. Life is filler.

It could be depressing.
It could be uplifting.
It could be disheartening.
It could be cheerful.
It can be everything.

Use a metaphor to add some flare.
She was the sun.
She is the sun.
Out of context it means nothing.
Out of context, life means nothing.

This is a poem.
I just wrote it in a short minute.
It will probably never be read again,
But it will be around forever.
It will be here forever.

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