All through the night she kept filling me up with hope,
Only to drink it down in a single gulp.
Drunk now, she flirts with other glasses,
While I sit here on the table,
My many facets reflecting her pretty face.
Unsuspectingly, an unfamiliar hand
Picks me up from my base,
And carries me across the room.
She fills me to the brim with Truth,
And places me on top of a pyramid of glasses,
The crowning ornament for all (including her) to gaze at.
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