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The invitees
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The masks worn by all the Asylees in the Holy Hotel
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The Visitors
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Joseph's Hotel room
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The classrooms of the Academy
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The women in their dresses and masks.
"The woman in the red dress was too calming to be around and he felt like he knew her. In fact, he felt like he knew all the visitors. Joseph stood behind the visible monsters, watching the woman through the elevator’s mirror and her sight accentuated the feeling of enchantment he insisted on feeling. She was standing tall with her shoulders back and her head held high, radiating a sense of confidence and poise. However, her cold behavior conveyed a sense of detachment and indifference. The woman was avoiding eye contact with the others, keeping her gaze neutral and fixed on the numbers as they light up indicating the floors. Despite her calm exterior, she seemed to be experiencing anxiety and fear in the situation. Joseph thought of emerging into the folds of the moment hoping that its sweetness would not soar."
_BMElla, The Seed Of Love
The Hallway
" If, forever was longer than a passing moment. If, I was able to hold your hand and whisper a lullaby song whose glimmer is like your mother’s diamond ring. If, I could hold you up in my blue skies so you could garnish it with your heavenly light. All I saw was the redness of the veins of my eyes as I wished for our night to be longer than an afterthought.
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What is the aftermath of this departure of yours? Did you think I would easily wear you off like a diamond ring?
It would be insane to think when all thoughts stabilize when I see your haze. That day was like yesterday when I woke up to realize that my eyes has knew no rest with you not by my side. This is not a letter to be written in tears, my love, because I never shed a tear in departures. To hold my blood that slips between my fingers and chant your name like they do in a sorcery game.
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“Bewitch!” I ring in your void with that sonorous tune resembling your parents’ complaints about how I rarely visited you.
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But I was not as rich as them to afford the price of selling my dignity to these two. Who were they, and what you have made of them is today’s last mistake.
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“Learn!” but I want to memorize even the rust on your name.
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I was the foundation covering the black circles under your grey eyes from sleepless nights. I was the broken tune in your angelic voice as you screamed that you had no choice. I was the rage you hardly contain because you know that all my heroes have turned out to be villains. I hold my champagne glass up in a starry sky and swear to forget your eyes, but it is just another hopeless attempt since these stars were the limelight of the life I have lost."
_BMElla, Devil In The Skin
The Cole Academy
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The cafeteria of the Academy
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We can just dance to this...
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'Forever'
