I found a skeleton key. It fits no door in the old, abandoned house.
It fits a dusty diary.
A witch’s lonely poems. I fall in love with her soul reading it on the floor.
The last page is a letter to me.
She awakens in her glass coffin as I turn the key in its lock.
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