I twist and turn, yet never flee, I hold your secrets, yet set them free. I’m found in your thoughts, or locked away tight, Unscramble me, and I’ll bring insight.

Composed of pairs identical that total up to four Where half are lines a bit offset, connected up and shored The other half are vertices acute, obtuse, or square A quadrilateral that with eleven trait is shared

I have two mouths and a throat, an interstellar road. To use me is to destroy me, at least, that's the theory.

I’m something you can copy perfectly, yet the original never disappears. I get smaller when you compress me, but smarter when you train me. I live in layers, travel in packets, and die when corrupted. People argue whether I should be free.

I start when you close, to track that which you hold. A stores system is not complete without me, as you don't know how many you hold. So go and count, each item must match, that from the corporate overlords.