The "i"'s of this keyboard know me better than the eyes of anyone I know This aloof computer has seen me ***** ugly thoughts while "in real life" I don't bat an eye I am a wounded owl in the night fearing- free of reason- the sudden dawn You might be able to help me, but the scars reappear when you leave, the only magic trick I believe in anymore (knowledge spoils and sweetens) don't pity me when I say I can never be loved You only love one shell of many