put it in on me


polina bright

At every end of the year is set the same game.
The year asks if I feel guilty for anything, or
if he should feel guilty of something. Then, he
is suggesting me to keep only the good memories,
the rest, he says, please put it in on me, somehow,
he continued, I know that you learned a few things,
or least, some suspicions have been confirmed.
At a moment, I surprised him changing a few words
with the new year, which, even if appeared disguised
in a tiny white rabbit, I recognized him by its manner
of gazing at me. He was receiving some advice.
The old year said to the new one, — love her madly,
or she will be…  ta meilleure ennemie, Happiness
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


Matt Maeson │ Lauren Ruth Ward │ Samantha Gongol ft. Juliette Armanet

black sheep


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theme, — ONE OF A KIND 🎨 Lucia Heffernan

you said something, I said something;
questions to responses are whispered;
moments are not hidden but searched;
certainly was something I shouldn’t do;
the consequences are in cupid’s realm;
a timid game to know me to know you;
in the spectacular parade of both of us
who was wolf and black sheep at once
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Yasmin Gray │ Boy Epic │ Gin Wigmore

don’t stop…


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Say to the stars how shiny are.
Say to the wind how gentle is.
Say to the dreams in a velvety air
to KᵉᵉᵖOKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ, so to don’t stop
no matter what sins get to you…
Hang on! I’ll keep on loving you
softly, purely, cheery, immaculate,
rousing the attractiveness
to the graceful cote of the miracle
of what you are and who you are,
indifferently how rarely or often
my name will be on your lips…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Eve St. Jones │ Jon Batiste

special K


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I’m gonna be home for the holidays.
The sweet figurines of chocolate with
colorful taste, the candies, and cakes
moistened gallantly will aromatize
the house with traditional specialties
created in my agnostically language
to bring the balance in contrast with
sacred liqueurs of gods which have
the aim to cherish this treasured day
as each moment to be manifested
in the fluid harmony of music with
funny steps gently pirouetted in front
of smiles and tender gestures adapted
in the special K manner of the event.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Eric Clapton

rollin with he flow │ say, can you hear

kingston │ illusion

tender love │ wild love

medicine woman │ special K

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