gentle fall from grace

Just like Bessie you
     try and sass me

Can't say it works on
     me darling

I've become immune to
     the banter you scream

Let's go back to when
     it was just sweet talk

None of this elegant elusive
     discourse about money

Or about how little time
     you have to yourself

Let's go -
     higher than the stars

and plummet back down
  and start again

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