You Really Were the Prettiest Star!

In tall trees apples grow,
no one knows where we go.
Forever seams,
sows,
grows
Bowie shines, it's like snow.
Talking inside out,
Talking sideways
when all those beautiful clothes were ruined in the pool.
Real good food
Style
cocaine
We just tore up the experience.
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I cried in bed this morning when I heard the news that Bowie had passed. He was such a huge inspiration for my art, music and life. I'm crying again now. RIP Mr. Bowie, you really are a starchild, hold now, dancing in and out of light.

Collage and writing by Toni Oswald Copyright 2016