Tumbler of Water

I emptied a tumbler of water,
Poured it all down my throat.
Again, another tumbler of water
And again, a third tumbler of water.
I asked myself halfway toward emptying the third-
Could there be any other tumbler as empty as this?
Poor tumbler of water,
Emptied to the bottom
To fill the emptiness inside of me.
And I asked myself-
Could there be anyone as empty as me?

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