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Replenish

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Raid on my psychotic fridge
Tell ya a lie for some juice
Lacking in vitamin see
Drink poison left there?
Come here
Lick
Lap
Mutates rat
Grow
Eyes blow, shooting lights
Bounds into the street
(I’m not drinking that)
(Later)
Test tube red half left
Back to the psychotic fridge