Stirring..

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Something murmurs
faintly
inside,
and I can't get it.
So I like
to stir it
and see if there's 
something lying 
below
around
it.
May be regrets
accompanied by
hope or
a glimmer
coming out of
a dark hole.
Or, a wish to move
surrounded by
fears.
Could it be
the forgotten 
treasure of fleeting
pleasures?