Inscriptions of my thoughts
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My name is Ismael Mansoor,
And I am a Deaf man who dedicate
To my writing, for I am a door
To the fantasy, of the miracle house.
English is my second language,
But when you see me, I sign my first language.
It is a gift for me to have languages;
Write, sign, and sometimes speak.
I will pour out my words of me,
I will show how my minds writes
To me as a broadening radio;
They are wonders and mysteries.
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