Two wrongs don’t make a right.

A Drifter and a traveler,

were always solider of fortune,

travelling on trail of time,

sinking in their experiences,

of burning and bruises,

of marks on skin which weren’t enough to bleed,

of fire which was still alive with air they breathe,

seeking their way out of hit,

They meet on a path,

they share little magic but they knew,

Two wrongs don’t make a right,

even if they want to…


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