Give Us Attention XXXIII

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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)!

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The Library and the StarsIt was the oldest building in town. The amount of people usually would contradict the lack of noise. It was silent as a mausoleum, yet not as morbid. There were novels, comics and dictionaries filling rows of elderly wooden shelves. Today seemed to be especially marked by a dreaded presence, however. The townspeople would rarely leave their homes. Not because of the uncommon rain of summer on that day. But because there had always been a feeling of unmoved tension that lurked in the North.
The boy was able to calm down by running through the collected pools of water residing in the dirt. He was running away. Going towards nowhere. He had entered, soaking, inside the pale and aged building, through the only door it had. All the way to the farthest corner, nobody was disturbed there. The boy thought as he finally slowed, satisfied amidst it all, for he at least found a good hideout.
The boy's deep panting scribbled on the blank sheet of silence. Outside the window was the painted portrai The Little Thief Gives UpThe Little Thief realises things are changing after a conversation with an acquaintance, during which he'd been about to hold forth on a subject, and was interrupted.
Thief: If I'm honest –
Someone: Which you're not.
He had laughed it off, and in truth, no-one except him remembers this exchange, this brief disruption of his composure which leaves him annoyed, quietly, when he thinks about it later.
And that was the start of his downfall.
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The Little Thief wears black rags when stealing, and a red cloak with a hood to keep the rain off when selling. The Little Thief has brown eyes, and hasn't grown in a long while. It's easier to slink through small gaps when you're small. He talks like a little bird with The BirdsBreathe in and think of love
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain
Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight
Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to
Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last
Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my love
As the birds begin to depart
I will show you love and freedom
if you take my hand and stay
There will be no pain or reason
From which you need  to run away

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