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Hello everyone! Welcome to the 35th Edition of the Give Us Attention! Article Series. I've found so many amazing works I almost couldn't fit them all in just one article!
ALL THE AMAZING ART FEATURED IN THESE ARTICLE SERIES!
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These series of articles present you with works that, in my opinion, deserve more attention and exposure! Feel free to suggest art pieces (any media)!
And now, behold the featured deviations!
Yay! 
To Save A PrincessTo Save A Princess:
In most of the stories, whether old or new
It is usually the knight that saves the maiden
But reality is never as sweet as that
And often the truth gets slightly misshapen
But this is a story about the truth;
A tale of Pirates who aided the King
Though most would credit his honoured knights
We know they didn't do a thing...
Instead what happened is an epic story
For it began on a night when the moon was full
The Pirates slipped from their hallowed ship
Like wolves cloaked in wool
They hid amongst the jagged rocks
And called like birds to communicate
The soldiers thought they were hearing things
Until they began to hallunicate...
Visions of frightening ghosts and shades
Covered their eyes and sent them screaming
They clawed at their faces and toppled to the ground;
They woke the camp with their horrid keening
The ground was alive with running footsteps
Yet soldiers began to fall like snow
In panic their ears could not hear the sound
Of the rifle
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girl
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bones
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
My Deaf GirlfriendSome people have two perfectly good ears,
But still cannot hear people cry
Your inability to hear is not a handicap
It simply increases your ability to feel
You can see how beautiful you are
But you cannot hear me tell you
Your speech is sometimes slurred
But I can always understand what you say
I can only listen to the words that you say
You have them running through your mind
I can only hear the sound of your heart
You can feel it from inside
I wish you could hear the things I've been telling you
Even though you already know how I feel
I know you can't hear me tell you this
But I'm sure you know what I mean
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Little Soldier BoyThe curtains peel back slowly and Zuko can feel the soft padding of his daughter's hands crawling up his chest. He pretends not to notice but a powerful tug to his hair sends him lurching and Honoura reeling with laughter.
"Why do you always feel the need to pull daddy's hair in the morning?" He grabs her little hands and pulls her under the satin covers. She laughs as his breath tickles her face.
"You have such pretty hair, papa." Even though she proclaims this, her sticky hands are always threading through it trying to braid it, or just stroking it. He swears he is going to go bald one of these days. He rises slowly from his bed, bones creaking slightly from growing older. His daughter halfway clings to him and crawls up onto his shoulders.
"Daddy, why are you always so grumpy in the morning?" She places her fingers on the corners of his lips and pulls them upwards.
"Smile!" He laughs as she does so and grasps her tiny hands in his, kissing them. He carries her out into the garden wh
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With a butterfly shaped motif
Small enough to fit in her palm
Large enough to hold her beliefs
And all of the hopes and the dreams
And the harrowing memories
She promised one day to reveal
The contents of the jar to me
Protected by the butterfly
Her secrets remained safe and sound
Each echoing in their own space
As there was no one else around
The winged beauty remained loyal
As the days like clouds floated by
It too was once a caterpillar
That never dreamt it could fly
Now like a butterfly she'll escape
From her chrysalis-like mind
She will shed all of her sorrows
Underneath the silken sunshine
And with a God given impulse
Wings will flutter for the first time
They will catch the wind of wonder
Into the sky she'll begin to climb
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zungzwang signing out. Have a nice week! 
