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LACUNA [A Sentence, A Whole New World]
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ʟᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ; ᴀɴ ᴜɴғɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏʀ ɢᴀᴘ.
Witness as my heart that froths and dribbles with uncertainty weaves tales and worlds solely with a sentence.
Word limit/chap: 50-60 words
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