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A letter to my partner <3
I imagine you'd feel like home,
And smell like cigarettes at the back of a flower shop.
Comforting and soft,
But hash and sarcastic,
You'll tell me "L" and call me "bitch"
But you'll also call me "amor" and when I'm really feeling down "beetle"
You being here is something I never want to lose,
And to meet you one day will be happiest I've been in the longest while.
I love you, my champiñón, so here are the gifts I send just to you <3

Xoxo, yours truly,
-Beetle

(The language I wrote it in, not technically a real language)

⟟ ⟟⋔⏃☌⟟⋏⟒ ⊬⍜⎍'⎅ ⎎⟒⟒⌰ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⊑⍜⋔⟒,
⏃⋏⎅ ⌇⋔⟒⌰⌰ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ☊⟟☌⏃⍀⟒⏁⏁⟒⌇ ⏃⏁ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏚⏃☊☍ ⍜⎎ ⏃ ⎎⌰⍜⍙⟒⍀ ⌇⊑⍜⌿.
☊⍜⋔⎎⍜⍀⏁⟟⋏☌ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌇⍜⎎⏁,
⏚⎍⏁ ⊑⏃⌇⊑ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌇⏃⍀☊⏃⌇⏁⟟☊,
⊬⍜⎍'⌰⌰ ⏁⟒⌰⌰ ⋔⟒ "⌰" ⏃⋏⎅ ☊⏃⌰⌰ ⋔⟒ "⏚⟟⏁☊⊑"
⏚⎍⏁ ⊬⍜⎍'⌰⌰ ⏃⌰⌇⍜ ☊⏃⌰⌰ ⋔⟒ "⏃⋔⍜⍀" ⏃⋏⎅ ⍙⊑⟒⋏ ⟟'⋔ ⍀⟒⏃⌰⌰⊬ ⎎⟒⟒⌰⟟⋏☌ ⎅⍜⍙⋏ "⏚⟒⟒⏁⌰⟒"
⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒⟟⋏☌ ⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⌇⍜⋔⟒⏁⊑⟟⋏☌ ⟟ ⋏⟒⎐⟒⍀ ⍙⏃⋏⏁ ⏁⍜ ⌰⍜⌇⟒,
⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⍜ ⋔⟒⟒⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜⋏⟒ ⎅⏃⊬ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⏚⟒ ⊑⏃⌿⌿⟟⟒⌇⏁ ⟟'⎐⟒ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌰⍜⋏☌⟒⌇⏁ ⍙⊑⟟⌰⟒.
⟟ ⌰⍜⎐⟒ ⊬⍜⎍, ⋔⊬ ☊⊑⏃⋔⌿⟟ñó⋏, ⌇⍜ ⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⏃⍀⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ☌⟟⎎⏁⌇ ⟟ ⌇⟒⋏⎅ ⟊⎍⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⊬⍜⎍ <3

⌖⍜⌖⍜, ⊬⍜⎍⍀⌇ ⏁⍀⎍⌰⊬,
-⏚⟒⟒⏁⌰⟒


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